John did his usual surf check – by bike today, and reported back with a negative. Time to move on. Jakes was not going to perform today. So we ate and packed and did some ‘town jobs’. Then on our way out of town, we had to take a quick look at Jakes. The locals were out there. That means it’s okay to go. So, just one more surf.

When I say ‘locals’, I don’t just mean the human kind.

Come on, you have to agree, this is better than seeing dolphins being hand fed at Monkey Mia.

Now the funny thing is, the locals (I mean surfers this time) all left the water, leaving the sacred Jakes all to just John. So where were you Anthony?

I have to put these next photos up, just because it’s Jakes. Then Roy can text me and say it was really only 3-4 ft, and John was just dreaming.

Eddie would probably have caught this one, and not fallen over the lip

That’s it for surfing till we get to Margaret River. Keep watching Anthony.

By now we only had a half a day left, and we found ourselves camping at Coronation Beach which, along with other parts of the WA coast all the way to Lancelin, is windsurfing heaven. I would just call it ‘bad hair weather’. Sorry to all the windsurfers.