STRADS LIVES ON!
D
awn creeps - it’s April 25th and as it has been for decades before,
a steady stream of crisp Autumn swell streams into the northern
Gold Coast. A sombre moment of reflection and respect are paid to
those that stood tall on our fringes so many times to protect the way of
life that is ours and under the banner of all things we hold sacred. Not
only a time of remembrance but a reflective celebration as well. Anzac
weekend is a time to absorb the freedoms we retain and the lives we
live - that which so many have sacrificed so much to provide.
As if also in a fight for their own survival and freedom the world-class
South Stradbroke beach break turned on her very best - in one last act
of defiance against the proposed cruise ship terminal dredging and
imminent destruction the break went ballistic, spitting out machine
gun lefts and bomb rights for all so lucky to immerse into her salvation.
By Tuesday she had won the great battle and news arrived shouting
the termination of Tate’s terrible trickery. 100 years of Anzac history,
filthy waves and the end of a soul crushing shit fight - what a weekend!