The Last Forlorn Cork


Sunday 7 February 2010      




Aatkin, Tame, Lombok, Oompa      

Wave height      

6 ft      

Wind direction      



6 (400 further sth)     


1.5 stars      

Water temp      



Tame lost at sea


Aatkin challenges bezel record

 At last the God’s were smiling. The lads assembled promptly at Bower Café at 7am with Aatkin having reconnoitered Nth Lloyd prior to arrival – a washing machine at the Lloyd with one out.

 The Bower was taunting…..certainly size bashing Sydney sandstone, but not quite the right angle for Bower…certainly the odd wave making it thru but invariably ridden by a biscuit charging from out deep….but mostly fat burgers running out of puff after 20 odd metres…contributing to the lads decision to abandon bower was the setting up of the ocean swim at shelly beach, and the 4 goat boats paddling out from the café….

 And so it was that a rare screening of Queensie was undertaken. 4 lads decked out on the beach…4 lads in ragtag formation paddled out, yet only 3 crested the line-up and collapsed wheezing and exhausted on their boards. A moments silence was held for Tame, quickly interrupted by the first rideable set which Oompa took off on.

 After some daredevil drops and powerful charging at Nth Steyne through the assembled pack of biscuits the lads spotted a treat of a longboard wave up at far Queensie. Aatkin led the way, frothing. In fact his exuberance almost saw him paddle out and around to Freshie….however he pulled up on the headland with menacing multi lipped waves full of ledges not too dissimilar from Shipsterns….sensibly he faded out another 20 metres to join Lombok and Oompa. It was here that Lombok drove a stake into the ground and declared it his…uncannily powerful charging lefts would seek him out, whereupon he put on a display for the ages.

 Tame, previously thought lost at sea, but who in fact had thought we were headed to Sth Steyne on our way out, had spotted the majesty of Lombok keeping the biscuits in awe. In Tame fashion he doubled back from the Corso and made his way ….eventually … to Queensie…in time to see Lombok again sink into a gaping pit, trimming a rail and tucking up for yet another freight train express only to be spat out 100 meters south in a final act of fury by the sea. He was certainly looking pleased to have left his golf clubs at home. The  lessons learned in less than a foot at Ekkas had finally been brought to the fore.

Meanwhile, Aakin was last seen still bobbing around like the last forlorn cork – popped in the wee hours with little interest from overindulged partygoers. He appeared determined to establish a new bezelled benchmark. An hour had passed and the sea continued to taunt him with failed furious effort after effort. He avowed to never get his board or watch fixed at Shanes again. Shanes bezel setting he declared to be appalling and would in future attend Dingfix to ensure his bezel be set to better align him with natures rythyms.

To this day, if you’re at the beach, the sun is setting, and the light is just right you may see the ghosts of Aakin checking his watch and of Tame patrolling the Steyne.