It always begins with a storm. Today saw the arrival of the official first decent swell to hit the coast. About fucking time. At over 4 meters with gale force onshores, the obvious thing to do was re-visit the ol' faithful, the mighty, Pylons. Fulla was the earliest bird, dragging myself and the body of a dead rat for the long run to the spot. Upon arrival, we discovered we were in for an alltime session. The rest is history.
The End of the Beginning
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