Sometimes you get through the seam unmolested.
Other times you get mowed over like a blade of grass.
Late Friday, a single paddler came across the dune
into no man's land.
Bomb set.
Detonation, mowed.
Spit up and out.
Tilt, reset, start again.
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I've sat and stared at that photo for the last couple of minutes. Beautiful. Especially considering I just looked out the window here at the cold, damp and dingy day.
Thanks e. that wall is a beaut..... :-)
I saw that wall Saturday at low tide. Actually expected to see you there Gaz but glad you didn't make it down. Just one friend and I on the right for 2 hours.
No love...... :-(
I know...and I actually mean the other right.
I'm glad you were able to get over the dune Nash......
Is that me about to get mucked out?
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