We all came out to Pittwater, on the Lake Manly shoreline. To make records with a mobile, we didn’t have much time. Carter talks of 1.15 glory, fast and furious in the flat. Institutions are burning to the ground.     Rusty & Chippos Pitch report: Smoke haze extended the morning light show. Green lights,...

Monday you can fall apart. Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart. Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start. It’s Friday, I’m in love. Lake Manly beckoned us early today, supreme viz (mostly), cuttlefish, a plethora of duskys, a floating orange, slightly cooling water. Strolled round to Shelley early, Capless walking the dog, first time at Manly I’ve seen...

5am still night a hint of rain. Shouldn’t have drunk all that red wine. Think I ate one of the cats. A chicken walks past me. Get up, move, giddyup. Rusty & Chippos Pitch report: Early morning at the beach, sitters waiting for the sun. The gang by the crossing think of surfing and see...

Jon says it doesn’t get any more perfect than this. Clear skies, a waning gibbous moon, 2-3 foot swell from the South East, which means Cabbage Tree Bay is flat. Slight offshore. Low tide is 7am which is when we arrived. On the point a Norwegian Blue is pining for the fjords. After weeks of...

6.12am. The beach is dark and empty. Magic Seaweed predicts 6-9 foot so that roaring noise is probably gigantic surf. Low tide 7.32am so sandbanks will be kicking up sharp, dumpy waves. Ran into 2 die-hards, Geoff a Hawaiian ironman veteran and his mate. Talk of big sets out at the point, maybe swimming on...

Rusty and Chippos Pitch report Street sweepers sweep the Corso. June bug skipping like a stone. Busy early at the beach. 5.39am and already a gang is reaching north, dog lights on their heads. The old bloke on the bench (sitting there for 50 years!) told me he would not swim across the bay that...

You remember the scene in the movie ‘Big Wednesday’ (classic coming of age & surf movie) when Matt Johnson arrives at the beach still drunk/hungover? Our resident Matt Johnson lookalike was likewise pushed out to sea groggy from yet another all-afternoon banker lunch, it was his birthday but the world of finance seems a murky...

Friday. The day after tomorrow. Blue skies shining at me, how does that song go? Yesterday’s blog scared the hell out of me, our 615 gang shouted out horror stories of screaming swimmers, gallant Drinksy plowing through, pools of blood in the ocean. I got caught at work early, Gerry wanting to grow people like...