Week Forty Seven. The Bluff Pt 2.
Returning to my favourite place in the world. All through my childhood and teen years this place was my second home. As a family we would make the 15 hour drive to this isolated paradise 2-3 times a year. Here time seems to stop, life revolves around the surf conditions and the tide. This place has a magic that can’t quite be described. It’s beauty is so raw. Everyone you meet is here for the same reason, to escape into a dream land where whales cruise past you while you sit on your surfboard out at the point, where a shower is swimming in the rock pools on low tide and where phone reception depends on which way the wind is blowing. This place is pure magic and the people I have met here over the years, I’ll never forget.
