Like sands through the bypass, so are the days of our lives. But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each barrel is a day.

If he was prone to chin-stroking ruminations then Adam Weathered may well have uttered the above lines when he sent these shots last week. Yet, as it was, he said "I've got some photos for ya", and once again I've had to add the garnish.

Various surfers pondering their respective fates somewhere on the the Gold Coasts' north end.//STUART NETTLE