We've been friends for over 20 years our Usual Suspects mob. Many of us since high school. A select few go even further back. On this occasion though only a modest flock gathered.
We headed down to the shore while our 5hr roast lamb worked its magic, partially for some salt air invigoration, but mostly because the smells from the oven would drive us insane.
From our rugged up & dry vantage we silently savoured the adventure. Only token gestures or sideways glances required. No need to fill the space.
I really admire the dedication of surfers. Especially those that brave the winter swell.