Winter's juice drip

Finding and staying on the corners in the north west, is a hit and miss affair.

Very little in common with the surf experience to the south.

 Could be any of  the pockets hidden.

Grind-y 14second lines to the horizon, warbled and toothy.

Coast guard tow-ins over scarcely dredged bars.

Logridden rockpiles and huge stumps pushed into parking spaces.

The winter ocean gives and gives.