Can you believe it? We woke to a perfectly still morning. Of course the flies liked it too, but you just have to deal with that. Here’s how Streaky Bay looks on a calm day.

Streaky Bay under a grey sky

Beautiful, isn’t it?

We packed up to head down the west coast of the Eyre Peninsula. First we check the surf break at Granites, and I’d have to say I’ve never seen John untie the boards from the roof any quicker. The ocean was glassy and the waves were sweet.

The car park was full, but that means there were only about a dozen others going for the same wave. They were mostly in the ‘old dude’ category, and they weren’t the cranky locals John had back at Cactus. It was even sunny sometimes, but the sky was menacing with the wind to come. If this had been at home, there would have been 60 guys on the water.

Here’s a few shots from the morning.

And sometimes it was not a pretty exit off the top of the wave.

This is the ‘head first’ re-entry technique

And I’m adding in Ferg’s favourite tube ride.

Fergus and Harry took most of the photos, but also entertained themselves on the granite boulders along the shore.

The wind eventually changed and spoiled the party. John was the last one out of the water, and we were the last car in the car park.