The Brotherhood of Madmen
The moon had come around again, and so we answered the call. Big, bright, silver and round it sat high in the sky as we walked down the boat ramp to our beach. In addition to the attraction of surfing by moonlight, the eerie stillness of the night, the blanket of stars spread out high and icey above us, the quiet murmuring and rushing of the black water, there is also a very real and pragmatic consideration that comes into it. During the daytime, that is, realistically, anytime after seven, or sometimes six thirty, or, on a really bad day, six in the morning, our home break gets crowded out something shocking. We have the great good fortune of living on a world class surf wave. Swell will come rolling in from around the corner, any direction accept west, and it’ll peel off at the sharp rocks of the headland and form into an immaculate wave that can often run in a straight unbroken line for up to seven hundred metres, offering glorious Vertical Walls Of Plea...