30 Hours

Three sessions, one practice, one gig, four meals, one rest, eight hundred and ninety eight photos, two and a quarter hours of footage, alot of driving and alot of waves, thirty hours.

Ferg-maybe a little bit bigger then 6-8 foot

Nice thing to wake up to

5.45 Saturday- cold, tired, packed and ready to go. Just after six we were on the road. Half an hour later we were on the cliff top watching huge lumps of water heaving onto shallow reef. We watched for a while. The cliff got crowded with interested participants and with the first sign of a ski rounding the corner it was empty again.

As we walked down along the reef we saw one of the English lads get slammed on a solid one. It was grey, waves were about 6-8 foot and there was alot of water moving, still there was a lot of people out.

I shot video for a while then the tide got too low and the line up cleared. Onto spot number two for the day.

Drop knee

Bottom turn

Danny boy

We grabbed a quick lunch when we got back to Lahinch then got back on the road. When we got to the cliffs it was crazy how many people were there. About 15 guys in the water and about another 30 consisting of photographers, videographers and viewers spread out along the cliff.

I made my way down along the cliff and started setting up. It was a solid 8 foot on the set with a few bigger ones coming through. After about 30 minutes of shooting video my battery died, despite my quick charge at lunch, and I shot stills for the rest of the day. When the line up started to clear again I made the trek back up along the cliff. Trek being the key word in that sentence.

I had to skip the evening session to go play music. Thankfully adrenaline kicked in and I had energy throughout practice.

That night I went to just show face at a friends gig and go straight home. Unfortunately they turned out to be really good and I ended up staying for the whole gig not getting home till about 1.30.

Not too sure who this is. Anyone?

Foam

5.45 Sunday- cold, tired, packed and ready to go. It was a little after 6 till we were on the road. For a strange reason I had way more life in me then the previous morning so everything was looking good. We met Dubber on the road, " Its good" , and we were straight down onto the reef. I shot from land for a little bit while waiting for the sun to rise over the cliff top. Much smaller swell. When the tide got too low we got out of there and headed back to Dubbers to make a plan to see what we would do for the day. I had my plan already made. Went home and went straight to bed.

It was awesome.

Looking out

Eoin

Swimming

I was home bored about three weeks ago and decided I would go for a swim before it got dark. I bumped into my mate nick on the way who was also going into the water, then another mate, then another. By the end of it my casual swim turned into a bit of a party in the middle of the bay. It was awesome.

Woody got bored of swimming so started flying. How can you get bored of swimming?

Before nick flipped the kayak over he told me that he wasnt too sure if he could flip it back over with out the paddle so if it seemed like he has been underwater for a while go get the paddle. fast.

The flipping paddle.

Sunny and clean

Buckley and myself scored some sick little waves a while back. We hoped to repeat that yesterday by driving up north at 2.30am to get skunked and be back in lahinch exactly 13 hours later. It was still a fun way to pass the day(more like night) do so was not too bad. Here are some pictures of a time where we didnt get skunked!

I was a bit far away for this one but was think its cool

Buckley gasping at the end of a little one

Insert surfer here