These onshore breezes and dark skies aren’t much fun, especially with a large batch of blue bottles lining our shores, stinging everyone upon entering.
The surf is minuscule, half to one foot. The only humans that can flick a turn out are the mega groms, sub 30 kaygees.
Sadly, the forecast shows no improvement in waves; it’s grovel-town until the weekend for full-sized adults.
The tea leaves say Buckaroo is gonna win the Melbourne Cup today, I’ll go halves in your winnings.
:: uge
