After writing last Friday's forecast - a forecast stacked full of waves - Craig Brokensha picked up a few friends, packed the chariot, and headed off. For a couple of days they surfed the banks you see in these images with hardly another soul to be seen. Come Monday morning and Craig's usual enthusiasm ratcheted up a few notches during the re-telling with only a few words audible amongst the gibberish: 'empty', 'barrels', 'grinding', 'ohhh...'

No clues now, save for that provided in the title.

All photos by Craig.