The Queen helped me get my surfing mojo back

The Queen's Birthday long weekend saw us spend three blissful days at the beach. I'll let the photos do the taking.


Just one brief reflection: finally, after snapping a surf board and getting washing through rocks and generally feeling like an old kook, I think I got my surfing mojo back. Happened at lunch time on the second day when I shared some nice 4 to 5 foot waves with a young fellow on a boogie board at one of the points near our favourite beach. Great to surf - really surf - again. Big drops; long bottom turns; re-entries and cut backs. Unreal!

 The view from our cabin on the beach at dawn on the first day

Where I surfed early on the first day - small, intense reef

Hermoine, nature lover with rainbow lorikeets on the the verandah of the cabin

Annabeth, nature lover

Rock ledge surfing deep inside remote location. Wild, beautiful and a little dangerous (not for me anymore!)

Big wave, shallow water, local guy charging

We are spoilt rotten with clean water, untouched forest and great waves just a couple of hours from home!

Late afternoon. Remote headland. Stunning

So far, this is my all time favourite photo of Annabeth surfing. After she got this one she said, 'I was steering the board!' She looks hooked and stoked. (I remember this feeling at her age.)

And Hermoine is well on the way to getting that same stoke - look at her face as we catch a wave together.

Togetherness - me and my girls sharing some wonderful times together

Sunrise on the last day. This is almost perfect: winter, before dawn, offshore winter, four foot waves and no one around. My idea of pure bliss