It was a hot
night but we woke up cold in the early hours, looking for the duvet, as a cool change
came through. At 8.00 am we woke again and it was gloomy and raining. Due to
the Southerly wind, the surf was blown out so we left and visited a surf board
factory owned and run by the infamous Mark Rabbidge, who Rodger had met in the surf at Mollymook. He was a great guy who showed Rodger through the factory and explained operations.
As all the
surf was blown out everywhere we went, we travelled further North than we
intended and at 4.30pm we ended up at Currarong, which was so sheltered, there
wasn't any surf at all, We decided to move on again, but before we'd gone far,
Rodger noticed a car by the side of the road, with a man changing in to a wet
suit. He stopped the car, went back and asked him where he was surfing. The man
was a bit embarrassed and said it wasn't very big, although well formed. Rodger
asked where it was and it was down a small dirt track through a hedge - we
never would have found it ourselves. They both went out and had an hour and a
half, having fun and catching lots of waves.
When Rodger
came back, he got changed quickly because it was getting late and we drove off,
back towards Currarong, where we'd seen a caravan park. Suddenly, Rodger
realized he'd left his swimmers on the bumper bar, but when we stopped the car,
they weren't there anymore! We drove back and looked everywhere but couldn't
find them, so we set off again and finally saw them in the long grass by the road!
We found the
caravan park and the man kindly gave us a powered site for the price of
unpowered so, after our BBQ dinner, we were able to watch one of my favourite
movies, "Midnight in Paris".