Out of sheer desperation we drove to the Gold Coast from the windless sunny coast yesterday.
After an average session at the spit we downwinded to Narrowneck.
While we were packing up we met Frank who disappeared and then reappeared magically with a carton of Coronas -
Cheers Frank - those beers really were the highlight of the afternoon - although Ben needed a Monster to keep him awake on the drive home.
Bruce
