Mondays; you either love them or hate them. I'm squarely on the love side of the fence. It's no secret that Monday's are the quietest mornings of the week, especially in winter when the shorter days and temperatures make the dawn session a little more challenging.

This morning was quiet; really quiet. I counted 5 surfers at Freshie in the hour or so I was perched above watching the comings and goings of people and waves. Yep it's small; tiny in fact.  The line up probably wouldn't have supported more than the handful of surfers that ventured out. However, those surfers were the beneficiaries of whatever tiny waves that defied the flat ocean and actually broke shoreward across the bank. From my vantage it looked kind of fun... and peaceful. All the more reason to love Mondays.

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Murray