The raindrops were literally drying on my helmet visor when I spotted Buffalo City traffic cops setting up their ATM at the entrance to the Gonubie cement road. I mean, they were emptying pockets metres from the circle leading off the old R102 Farmarama circle. Google tells me they were one minute away from where Anthropogene, the climate monster, came and bit off chunks of bitumen and road metal barriers.
Geez Louise, we have to take these weather warnings seriously. Who amongst you, yes you last remaining denizen reader, can say their lives, their homes, work, stuff was left unscathed by the windstorm which, as has happened three times in two years, seems to hit at 5am?
Festivals built by the community have that special edge that will take our towns into the future regardless of which corporate or political big swinger is at the top of the ant pile. Got that off my chest, let's move on. We are all welded to our screens watching the world's best surfers tear into the world's best surf Supertubes at J-Bay, Jeffreys Bay, Supers, call it what you will.