I have days off, and it's forecasted to blow easterly with some waves over waist high. It's been a while since Ive had a surf-day. What better way to spend it with my big friend H., garden tour/breakfast followed by a day of clean pass slides
Doc is in search of a log bank during the Spring drought in waves, from Tonys mdore rooftop. We are scratching for some surf stoke... Whilst Vivian and Nando are striking a mean pace after the drought had broken last night on Ninderry turf. Happy Drumsticks
A recent trip out to the bamboo nursery and its surrounds made me aware of a quiver of vintage surfboards strewn across a vast landscape.A little negotiation and jacob stuth was convinced, so he led me to some secret native board hangers.With the removal of leaves and moss and other down-ward falling substances i revealed some highly reguarded names in shaping history,and the rest is history.
(by the twinkle in jacobs eyes that day, i asure you that there is probably twice as many boards hiding in the bamboo thickets and any spot that they could possibly be hidden in. Keep your ears and eyes peeled ,a whisper was told of the potential moving on of some of the shapes.)
Finn and I have been exploring our local mountain recently. Each view point has its time of day. From the west we can see the goings-on of the town folk & a burning afternoon sky. lovely.
2 ducks suffocated by 1 snake in 2 nights.. 2 graves dug overlooked by 1 sobbing child R.I.P Jim Carey & Sage. Now you both will become part of Ninderry's fertile earth, ever-providing of future life