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A mishit golf shot might put you in the lineup at this shifting wedge to the south of Sydney, while a mistimed 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.”
