6.30am Drinks Express heading out Rusty and Caroline Pitch Report Onshore NW wind. Orange skies early. A slither of moon hanging over Queenscliff. White water seen out at Deadmans. Constantly moving walkers. Scott and the Governor arrive early. 3-4 foot swell with a rolling mess of a wave. Last day of sunshine before the weekend....

If I could only see, that familiar sunrise Through sleepy eyes, how happy I’d be FRI-YAY Rusty and Caroline’s Pitch report Took the scenic route. Flat, tiniest rolling swell gentling rocking. Lainey says viz is deteriorating, however we are finding it better than yesterday. A plethora of groupers (is that the collective noun?), found one...

Fishhhhhh and Yellow Tails for Dayzzzzzz Rusty and Caroline’s Pitch Report. 5.30am morning, 9 degrees but it feels balmy. The smell of summer is in the air. Clear skies. Not a breath of breeze. No chalky awake, but I’m picking 18 in the water. It feels a bit crowded today on and off. Some swell...

  Arrive in the dark, racing a tumble weed down the pavement. I can hear the surf. Lines of white but the point looks clear (I think peering into the gloom). High tide. Andrew says dark, windy with a bit of a ripple. Grey. Remember to be optimistic. Burdens of a lifetime lift off our...

I’m a one way motorway, I’m the one that drives away Hung at the point today, taking shots as swimmers tore back and forth. Felt like a pervert trying to get some underwater shots, but the intentions were good I promise. No naughty shots except a dodgy one of Stealthy trying and failing to look...

A moody blue morning greets us. A waft from a local bakery lingers. A full moon sets. Beauty I’d always missed. With these eyes before.   First light is 6.31am but they are pushing off strobing blue and green, just after 6am. Sam adjusts a dog light. Hey you with the pretty face. Welcome to...

    Alright stop, collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention. Centuries of neutrality by the Swiss has developed thick skins and thick skulls. Traits that were in high demand this morning as the temperature plunged to 5 degrees overnight.   Something grabs a hold of me tightly. Flow like a...

Where did the 6.30 express go?   Found them! A bit icy at Shelley today.   Lost in the inception. If your head explodes with dark forebodings too…   “Horny for Love” screams the A frame around the neck of a wild haired crazy on my drive. The Loonies are out. The full moon high...

    Everything changed. Instead of swimming as a synchronised group. We split into individual cells. The rule book turned to anarchy. No longer the rush to 7am, the 8 minute half way wait in arctic waters. We rebelled. We go when we want. Today we need to take the next step in self-expression, sacrifice...

  Sally sits with us today, surveying the glassy swell. Lyndsay talks to me about how the crisp morning reminds her of the Kaipara at dawn. Christine brings a smile with her wit and sharp observations much like her son. Kristine frowns with her daughter’s dubious decisions, with Christine knowingly nodding along. Lavinia consults the...