The switch from the tropics to polar Sydney mornings was a slap in the face. My phone reckoned 8°C, but those frosty offshores sliced like it was 4 or 5. Didn’t matter if you had the best down jacket on—still cut deep.
Chilly dawns = quiet lineups. Bondi had some decent head-high to overhead sets rolling through. The 8:51am high tide was fattening things up, but now and then you’d score a runner with a lip.
Southerlies will keep the chill factor high, but rain’s holding off until Friday arvo. Good news? Next week’s shaping up sunny and crisp. When I left Sydney a couple of weeks back, it felt like it would never stop raining—glad that soggy spell’s broken.
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