28 July 2010


Drive down a maze of impossibly narrow country roads, find a stretch of reef breaks, wait for it to get dark enough to pitch a tent without the farmer seeing what you are doing, but still light enough to see the edge of the cliff, set up deck chairs, crack open up couple of tins of Murphy's, sit back to watch the sun set over the Atlantic and see if the swell comes up in the morning. And so on.