A sneaky little wave slipped through the cracks at Bondi this morning. Nothing headline-worthy — just 1–2 foot — but the crowd was surprisingly civil. Only the vigilant surfers clocked it and paddled out.
You’d want a high-volume craft to glide over the fat sections, but at least there was something to stand on. We’ve had scraps lately… this felt like a small but welcome offering.
We’re climbing to a glorious 28 degrees under clear blue skies. The water? Still bath-like. Ridiculously warm. The kind of morning that makes you forget the flat spells.
Have a cracker of a day.
Eugenius
