Thursday, February 07, 2008

Hidden Gem

Hmmm. Where is his house? Marshall told me to meet him on Phillip Island, in a little bay but I don't see anything. Just rocks and grass and nice right pumpin' thru the bay. Fuck Marshall, who cares, I can't change into my wetsuit fast enough. Solo long lined perfection that bend into the bay. I get a couple hours until the winds come up. Wind is really howlin' now so I spin and drop into a bumpy one and milk it almost to the beach. As I paddle in I notice a strange black line just above the black rocks, and then I see a figure in the reeds wavin' me up the hill.

Turns out to be Marshall, nods to me saying "You got some fun ones, mate!". He then takes me around a corner and I see this concrete structure buried into the dunes, with ragged tufts of dune grass above it. That's your house?! The house is a long thin concrete box, set along one edge of a large square courtyard contained by six feet high black concrete walls with dune berms ramped up to roof level on three sides. On the open ocean elevation, windows are sized and positioned within each room to act as picture frames to the views. His house is completely hidden from the landward side.

His courtyard offers protection from winds and is a north facing sun trap in winter. Here we sit and enjoy some tea in the warm sun while he tells me of the countless rides at the point in his front yard. He builds his boards specifically for this spot. Always fiddlin' and changin' up his shapes to get the most out of perfection. That evenin', I am put up in an ocean facing room where I mind surf the point as I drift off to sleep. Wake up, surf with Marshall, thaw out in the courtyard, eat a huge Aussie meal, surf the windy afternoons...and repeat for two weeks straight. It is heaven.


Back to real life this mornin'...it was fat, weak, slow and cold. Good to be back.
6.9 @14secs from 320

8 Comments:

At 9:08 AM, Blogger Patch said...

Stoked your back at it Push, now it's my turn to be sick, hackin' up Rhea Pearlman sized greenies... yuk.

 
At 1:04 PM, Blogger MR said...

That�s a fantastic house. Looks like something O.G. Bowman would design. http://www.obiebowman.com/

 
At 1:55 AM, Blogger Mick said...

Fuck me Push. In the overview shot you'll see a house nestled on the point in the bush. For three years we rented that place at Xmas and I'd gaze down at Barry Marshall's house, when I wan't shecking Kitty's. They'd have to be two of the best located beach places in Victoria. Linda, the lady who owned the place we rented, was the ex of the guy (Colin Hay) who fronted Men at Work. Tell me this wasn't recently Push. We could have caught up!!

 
At 5:16 AM, Blogger lee said...

That guys house is awsome reckon its morning of the earth 2008 style

 
At 9:12 AM, Anonymous toddy said...

jeez.
aspirations.

 
At 11:44 AM, Blogger Beach Bum said...

I must have stared at those house shots for ages. What a lucky man! I'm going through a house re-furb at the moment with a view to trying to bring more of the beach into an old barn conversion - but this place puts it in perspective. Have you - or can you share any shots of the interior? Email me over at my place if this is feasible. Cheers, BB

 
At 3:09 PM, Blogger Malcolm Johnson said...

damn. that's an incredible place. shades of the citadel fort in halifax.

 
At 11:19 AM, Blogger pushingtide said...

No fuckin' way Safe!! I see that house now. I should change my lame story to yours. What a lucky bastard you are.

But, no man, an old buddy went over to stay at that house years ago and I just wrote up a story of what I thought hoped would go down there. I WISH I lived it. Beautiful house with an even more beautiful bay.

 

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