a man has to marvel
The beach, where all men are equal….
HM with my wife’s younger brother, Flight Lieutenant Terry Cairns RAF … she’d just presented him with the Sword of Honour, and not for the first time. He told me he thought she liked him, as he did her.
As we can see.
Remember the bliss of riding a wave, a long uncrowded wave on some lonesome stretch of coastline?
Now we have this.
Followed by coffee and a chat about times long past. So I’m directing this post at the old Bondi codgers who were there back in the day and like me, sometimes think the old stoke is gone forever. It’s all killer barrels and mechanised surf these days, that and beaches crowded to despair. The art seems to have been subsumed.
Well, maybe … but have a quiz at this bloke and tell me you don’t want to be doing it yourself.. I could watch all day.