Mighty Margs

Pictures and words by Madelaine Dickie 

I'm sorry these pictures have been posted so late! As the Yawuru and Nyamal and Karajarri girls in my office would say, I've been a bit of a 'slack hole' in getting them up. But here they are at last, a teasing taster of some of the slabs Tom and I experienced or were simply awed by in Margaret River in autumn. All of these waves are linked by a road, a bit inland, weaving through vineyards, a venison farm, cheese factories and a spectacular and spooky karri forest. The road has a stack of cut aways down to the coast and we stayed down one of these sidetracks at Gracetown, a spot notorious for its shark attacks. Our pad was a ramshackle holiday house on the hill that growled in the wind and gave us sublime views over morning barrels and wind-troubled sunsets. The surf was serious. Flat to eight foot in a day. The water one afternoon at South Point was dead black. There were no tea-baggers. This said, even on the weekdays, outside of school holidays, the surf was packed with little lady and little fella grommets. Grommets 360-ing, grommets throwing perfect fans of spray, grommets getting barrelled. Getting proper barrels--not grommet-sized barrels. So there were crowds to match the name of Margs, but the waves, True God, the waves beat all our expectations.
 

 TOM WAS GEEING HIMSELF UP TO PADDLE OUT FOR A CRACK AT MARGARET RIVER MAIN BREAK (THERE WERE ONLY SIX GUYS OUT) WHEN WE SAW THIS SET COME THROUGH . . .  

TOM WAS GEEING HIMSELF UP TO PADDLE OUT FOR A CRACK AT MARGARET RIVER MAIN BREAK (THERE WERE ONLY SIX GUYS OUT) WHEN WE SAW THIS SET COME THROUGH . . .  

 Tom PREPARING TO SHRED with STYLE AND grace on a dave porter treehouse creation at 'sazzy p' (south point, gracetown). 

Tom PREPARING TO SHRED with STYLE AND grace on a dave porter treehouse creation at 'sazzy p' (south point, gracetown).