When it rains around here, Bondi is like a ghost town. When it pours, you can park where you want, surf any peak without a mini mal clocking you in the head and drink up a fresh batch of rain-runoff diuretic. It poured this morning so most stayed tucked up in the rack. 3-4 footers couldn’t even entice most regulars. I dragged down my old mate, Gez, who always has plenty of spare time for 5 waves. This is what happened. Some nice closeouts on offer on the low, which should improve on the high. High tide 6:30pm, low tide 12:20pm.