Pitter Patter
I sat in the car park for 30 minutes this morning, heater cranking, windscreen wipers going mad. No bootie camps, no surfers, no joggers, nothing but rain and a sloppy 3-4 foot. Hang on, one guy was surfing Bronte…but he wasn’t getting’ much. I would have shot Bondi should someone have paddled out…it actually looked […]