No matter how often I see surfing, it still baffles me. It’s one of those sport that seems to get harder the more I watch it and just when I think I understand it, something happens that proves I haven’t got the faintest idea what’s going on. I had been watching some heats from the New Zealand’s South Island Surfing Championships, there was a reasonable crowd gathered along the Esplanade, most of whom where either eating ice creams or happy chatting in the afternoon sun. I tried for some time to think of a description of the waves that were breaking in front of me, but I really didn’t have a clue beyond wet and possibly cold!