Written with Ted Spencer It was late morning before the mid-winter sun crested the ridge and cast warm rays into the small valley where Michael lived. His gum-wood cottage had been built, lived in, and abandoned years ago by mill-hands…
Written with Ted Spencer Varuna lived with his wife in a small cottage not far from the water’s edge. It was an isolated beach, small, protected from the wind and waves by a finger of land that jutted across the…
Written with Ted Spencer The following morning found Michael and Varuna sitting on the beach after their first surf. The sun was warmer than the previous day and they had their wetsuits peeled down to their waists. The faintest hint…
Written with Ted Spencer Michael stroked over the first of two waves and halfway up the face of the third, then sat back on his board, grabbed the left rail, reversed his board, and pulled it under him and aimed…
