Sits a young man staring at the surf, A tribal sacrifice made to the earth. Pitch Report: Sunday. The swell has gone. No sightings of our orange stinging friends. 2 duelling cuttlefish sighted off the pool, in real close. Camouflaged. Big old grizzy things. Just awesome. Guy forgot something, saw him back about 8am, thermometer?...

Sydney, nights are warm. Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn. Early swimmers Sarah & Jon (the Sales team) make it back from their 6am dark sojourn up north, missing a headlight and reporting some tumbles in the surf. No jellies.   Surfing and Jellies don’t mix. The beach is scattered with them. Reports that the ferry...

Mars, Jupiter, Venus and Saturn last aligned in 947AD in our southeastern skies. Today’s early clouds stole away our view of this one in 1000 year event. But the clash of the titans was well and truly on as the FFF roared and ranted it’s way into our morning. My favourite was the life guard...

  Like a scene from Jason and the Argonauts, a woolly man greets me today, a golden fleece hung over his shoulder. Finally a weekend of long sunny days awaits us. The temp is up!   609am splinter before the sun rises     Early at 6.27, The Guvnor pushes the starting line again. Liam,...

      Wouldn’t recommend the Baulderdash today. Some sizeable waves, with the bommie breaking. Nothing stops the FFF. Surprisingly good conditions. A great little body bashing wave today.       Sarah from Sales is going to have a chat to Scotty from Marketing and see if we can sort out this climate change...

  North Steyne smells bad. Like smelling salts, really gets up your nose, but instead of waking up, it knocks you cold. more pipe exposed than usual. Anti corrosive paint that hasn’t corroded yet is very slippery. Peeling back the layers. Lip syncing to your favourite song. A familiar morning routine. But it doesn’t flow...

    Deserted car parks, desolate streets. A combination of menacing conditions kept many from Manly. I pace the lonely streets and sand towards the bunker. War has been declared on the Manly beachfront. Pollution. Disappearing sand. A 4m shark rumoured to be lurking, waiting at the point.   This week’s we’ve seen life guards...

    Birthday boy Faahany. Ironman, Raconteur, Mate. Still rocking it you old dog, even if the body is falling apart. Troopers troops. Smashing through the surf for another FFF freaky Friday.     I got you under my skin. Where the rain can’t get in.   But if the sweat pours out. Just shout....

  In the howling wind comes a stinging rain. I see it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain. Curl up and hide. Instead I shuffle to cabbage tree bay to revive. The worst days are actually the best days. Maybe it’s the pixie dust….I can smell the weekend. Rising seas so...

Look at all those fancy clothes But these gonna keep us warm, just like those   Cars and phones and diamond rings, bling bling Those are only removable things   What about your mind, does it shine? What about your soul? Is it cold? Is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold?...