Just spent a weekend at a little cared about North Coast break and scored a day
of solo waist high little runners that would have had 30 guys over it back on the Goldie. Only lasted a day and was blown out the next. Was kicking back at the campsite when a bloke who looked familiar walks past with a hiking group about to venture on to the beach. He calls out g'day after spotting my board on the roof and we have a little chat about the area and that he also happened to do a bit of Supping. Introduced himself as Roger.
Dogman you have the life mate.