You've found a beach and you've then scoured the surfable banks from the commanding outpost of the carpark. Bang on the rubber, grab ya gear and stroll (if you can) down to your chosen destination. It could be a palm fringed beach on a remote island or your just your regular haunt but the feeling's always uniquely the same, mostly anticipation. Here's three examples of what i'm talking about...
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