todays surf

was a complete wash out. flatter than a witches tit all over the land
 
not a sausage anywhere. good thing really, zeni was hung over and never made it out of bed.
 
so bummed around  all day looking for something to do – ended up at mareta in my shorts reading a book.  it may be december but if you get out of the breeze, it is still cooking here.
 

Have a moan - the beers are on me !!