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My deep passion for the ocean began with my father's love of the ocean. While nowadays most people see him as a keen sailor and the guy who usually wins the local regatta's with Kermit, his well loved and maintained timber boat, he's always loved body surfing and throughout my youth was always taking the family to the beach. When we moved closer to the ocean in 1971, each morning we would go together for a surf before school/work. During the early 70's, a series of huge cyclone swells that pounded Cronulla's beach's initiated me to the buzz of riding larger waves. The storms were big and they washed away the beach retaining walls, half of the North Cronulla Park and pretty much all of the beach itself. Always curious, i managed to find my way outside on some of the cleaner days and to this day I still remember the awe and amazement that i felt when i pulled into my first 8ft barrel at the age of 14. It was pre legrope days and i spent the rest of my morning swimming against the crazy currents to get back to the beach. But I was barely thinking about getting back to the beach... I had just experienced something that was beyond description and there was no turning back....

The very first surf movie i saw was Alby Falzon's Morning Of the Earth when it played at the Cronulla Community Hall was . Between that and Kevin Naughton and Craig Peterson's planetary wanderings that appeared in my Surfer mag subscription, my vision of surfing crystallized. It was the the magical journey of seeking out perfect waves in remote locations...