Oliver Cousins, Sean Dean, Louis English, Mitchell English, Richard Fisk, Drew Metcalfe, Nick Robertson, Tom Schut, Patrick Hughes
Lefts turned into rights as the prevailing Southerlies did a 180 degree turn. Not even Tommy, the lone goofyfooter was complaining. Ben mumbled something about modern day glass jobs after breaking his board on the first day at the 8ft lefts landing on their heads. Still, it felt better than the sea-sickness that was swishing throughout the boat on the first night.
The Bynda Laut came into her own on this trip. She sped ahead of the Barrenjoey so the crew could get their fix time and again. By the time the Old Girl turned up, the lads were ready to eat and rest. They sneaked Maccas and some elusive barrels of KFC till they had their fill. And there were other nameless rights in while the rest of the fleet played.
Young, Louis, at 15, was stoked beyond belief, surfing all the name spots, then discovering is very own secret spot. "Loius Ledge". Mitch just nodded approvingly then paddled inside, smiling styling on his single-fin. Paddy was quick to claim his spot, "Paddyshack". First to catch a wave gets naming rights. Then there was "Pommieland" after the Dad and son surfed it by themselves. Olly charged, hit the reef, and charged some more. Sean found lost grommethood days. And Richard snapped 5 trillion photos then nailed a few himself. Nick kept working, no matter what; on his cutbacks, on his ads, catching fish·Drew plain and simply surfed himself out. Not to mention the abundance of fish. We lost count.
We lost all sense of time, direction and for a while there, reality.