Sasha reunited with her board and Reece stoked it all ended well.
We all have those weird kind of days when the elements seem to be conspiring against us. Forces beyond our control move in and seemingly dictate the direction of your life for a few hours despite you stoutest efforts to the contrary.
This afternoon Sasha and her friend Reece decided on a little late arvo rinse-off at North Beach. With a Spring high tide and the first vestiges of a cyclonic window opening up things were feisty off the pier. Feisty enough to keep old salty dogs like Pierre Tosstee and Graeme Bird on their toes.
Reece had had a decent wave and was on the inside paddling out when the ‘Widow Maker’ of the day appeared outside and mowed everyone down. There was no escaping this cyclonically born demon as it made landfall and it had the afore mentioned old salts (amongst others) diving for crayfish to escape the full wrath of its might.
In a cruel twist of fate Sasha found herself right under the vortex of the breaking lip. A hasty gasp, a bail followed shortly by goodbye leash and surfboard. As the pack recovered from the mayhem and untangled itself gasping air, the ever observant Toast emerged and in a true reflection of old school watermanship of looking out for your fellow surfer realised that Sasha was in a spot of old bother.
Teaming up with one of the other old salty dogs out there and Reece who paddled back out to help, he helped effect the safe delivery of Sasha back to terra firma.
All good everybody thought except wait for it… her board had been stolen as it washed up on the beach by an opportunistic thief. Having just survived the set of the day on the head, a gnarly swim through some heavy water to get back to shore poor Sasha found herself confronted by the prospect of the fact that her board was gone forever. Eish!
What she didn’t know was that there was a Good Samaritan on the pier watching the whole thing who had reported the board stolen, literally within seconds of it being scooped by the unscrupulous operator.
As she grappled with the prospect of a lost board the Good Samaritan approached her and told her that the thief had been apprehended and her board recovered and that she could collect it from the charge office. Still in her bikini and within 10 minutes of of being smashed by the set of the day she was united with her surfboard.
What an afternoon for the young lady and what a happy ending. Props to Reece, Toast, The Good Samaritan and The SAP!
John
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