Driven For Waves
Memories from a recent Bundy trip
Charts eh? Why the hell do we bother looking at them.
We arrived at 0600 to find one foot dribblers barely making it across the reef.
3.5m swell my ass.
It slowly, slowly started to pickup.
I shot land for a while, stoked on my new video buzz.

Dylan Buckley, he got deeper but the shot wasn’t as nice. Check out those hills.
There was a few crew around, but not the expected hoards.
Andy Kilfeather, he was pulling way crazier shit but I always managed not to catch it. Not used to these tricky spongers.
Andy K, before it went to shit
Not quite empty if you look closely.
Not too sure of this fellas name again, any ideas?
On the second tide I watched a lone sponge have two six foot sets to himself before jumping straight into my suit.
Bit of a swim out, but I had the last set burned into my mind making me swim that bit faster.
One smaller set comes through and I got two alright hook ups.
Then …
nothing …
Ten minutes of nothing.
Twenty minutes of nothing.
The wind starts picking up.
Our epic hollow reef break starts doing its best impression of Ireland’s worst onshore beach break.
Bugger.























