Never thought we’d ever end Is it that time. The light has almost gone. The carnival moves on Caroline’s Pitch Report: Hot Cross Buns. It’s 22.1C. DX continue their romance with the dark, lights flashing across the bay. A 20 foot Grey Nurse was sighted! (trust me, it was big). on the outward journey and...

Fingerbone rolls past. Queenscliff standstill, still jammed with surf lifesavers. A southerly breeze greets me. Cleaning up. Normally bursting at the seams, Friday seems a little slow Franji stares seaward at the temp wall, measuring waves for his morning report. Everyday is 3-5 foot. The baker and his buns. Water is clear, flat, warm, delightful....

Here I go out to sea again. The sunshine fills my hair Rusty’s Pitch Report: The mighty Machine Men, take a sip of their orange juice?, before celebrating the Summer Solstice with a liberating, nude swim to Shelly. The ‘dismount’, a coordinated maneuver where budgies are removed and hoisted around the neck whilst walking in,...

7.30pm Ain Salah, Algeria, July 1992. The hottest place on the planet at the hottest time of the year. A motely crew of mad Englishmen arrive on their mountain bikes after crossing the Sahara Desert. A crescent moon rises over the desert. And the temperature starts to cool from the 46.5 degrees. Will, also known...

One word. Joy. So good to have Andre back amongst us. Sophia also back after a very civilized European visit..including a half marathon. Well done. Also back is the action event of the week… the FFF… remember 625am on the ramp. Every Friday. Blocky lays down the rules, we do our best to break them....

We take a chance with new beginnings Still we try… win or lose Take the highs With the blues Rusty’s and Faahany’s Pitch Report Reports of big surf, coupled with the Sargasso sea at the shoreline yesterday, and we call half way. I see Franji heading for the Drinks Express, he even walks fast. Tony...