When I lived on Sydney’s Northern Beaches, we’d often spend up to an hour driving around checking the surf. It was ridiculous at times. There were so many places to look, we’d often get caught up in the search. Driving from one end of the strip to the other. Fear of a missed opportunity elsewhere...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.