I get a message this morning saying "Big *****. King Corpse more out, wig central". So now im at work, not getting out of the place for another 7 hours, and its deadset pumptown, so all day at work im just trying not to think about the tubes that are are being driven through.
Finally i get home, jump on old faithful (pushbike), and head down to ******, in hope of there still being good waves. I get there, a slight cross-shore breeze is blowing, the tide has risen, and to put it bluntly, im devo.
Little nugget

Barnsey Scurrying across the rocks

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