“Unreal”, I think I exclaimed to Fiona. Unreal it was… well, it was real but…
THERE were six out when we arrived, making the most of a consistent, four to five foot right hander. As late afternoon…
IT is pouring. A steady downpour that is not torrential, just persistent. A greyness sucks the colour from the day just as it…
We stood below looking for it. We — Flora, Grant and myself — knew it was up there somewhere, somewhere high on…
