Millions of surfers memories are engrained from experiencing waves that break off the tip of this right hand point break.

Growing up, my dad would always mention the “super bank” and how him and his young mates would park up and sleep in the back of their cars.

The glory days when only a max of 10 guys would be out in any given session.

Now you’re lucky to surf it with less than 100 on a Monday morning during the week, and with an appalling northerly making surface conditions horrible.

It’s always remarkable how the eras change.