Board Board Board

Rather annoyingly, I can't find the lead for my scanner. Thus in order to make a playable copy of a new piece of music I wanted to learn, I was reduced to using the camera instead. Despite my best efforts at flattening the book out, the images still showed some curvature at the edges and were of course in full colour, rather than grey scale which made for a rather poor copy. As a consequence I spent rather a long time tarting about with various graphics packages making them all black and white and editing out bits of shadow. After all this I sort of forgot to have a crack at the piece and went shopping instead.

Well, not exactly shopping, we went to the Warehouse to score a body board that was sufficient to support my vast bulk in the water. Di was quite taken with the idea of having one too, so we agreed to buy for each other and call them late Christmas presents. We did check out the pukka surf shops, but they wanted upwards of $150 a pop, and the Warehouse ones were $100 less 20% off in the sale.

Having bought the boards, the obvious thing was to go down to the beach and try them out. It certainly makes a huge difference having the right size board. Apparently it should reach from your feet up to your navel. As my navel has a unique variable height feature (something to do with a bulging midriff) I had no choice but to take a guess at the position it was supposed to be in when choosing the board. I managed to catch several really decent waves which chucked me right up on the beach and got reasonably good at shifting the weight around in order to steer the thing. Di never tried hers out, largely because we encountered V&W on arrival and a large amount of gossip was exchanged instead. It's so quiet out on the water.

After all this fun, we all decided that Wayne ought to get the barbie out and thus we piled back to theirs via a quick stop off at ours to get out of the wetsuits and a trip to New World for supplies.