Surfer: Harry Steele Photo: Pete Balmer A mis-hit golf shot might put you in the lineup at this shifting wedge to the south of Sydney, while a mis-timed paddle out could just about see you washed up onto the nearest green. The muscular peaks have a habit of flexing and heaving with fierce, near-shore fury when the swell-direction squares up. (Check the imploding whitewater to the left of frame) “It’s not the most frequently breaking wave but in the right direction it’s as good as any wave in the country,” enthuses photographer, Pete Balmer. Over the years the spot has become a hunting ground for the roaming big-wave tribe when they’re chasing a little sand-bottom glory. However, as is typically the case at any wave of consequence, it’s often the locals who stand out. “Harry Steele (pictured) has the place as dialled as anyone,” insists Pete. “Harry has been riding the same Dylan Perese red gun out there for a while. When I come here to shoot waves, Harry is the bloke I hope to see out there the most, like a hammer and a nail the two go so well together.” Surfer: Lennix Smith Photo: Spence Hornby It was hyped as the biggest south swell in decades, set to come roaring into the SE coast of Australia, early on Saturday morning 28th March. Councils scrambled to build sand buffers, news sites issued stern warnings about monstrous waves and surfers either went looking for their guns and tow-boards or began devising good excuses to explain their absence from lineups. Meanwhile, some played a slightly different game, chasing those corners of reef that only truly reveal themselves when the ocean really heaves. Photographer Spencer Hornby, spent his life savings on a tank of ‘Trumped Up’ petrol and headed south in search of a score. He happened upon this rocky cove where a handful of tube-fiends were pitting their skills against the near-shore funnels. “Spots like this are what perfectly encapsulates this stretch of coastline,” suggest Spencer.  “With fast, slingshot-like tubes and perfectly gradient rock ledges that could just about serve as a boat ramp on a lesser day.” The rider featured on this wind-ripped howler is Lennix Smith, who Spencer insists is well-deserving of his double page spread. “Lennix was in true rhythm with the sets all morning, putting on an absolute masterclass and reaffirming his reputation amongst the onlookers.”