Thursday, 27 February 2014

The Bluff revisited.

I know this is going off track again but, I been pondering wether to actually continue with the next episode of Dee, Scarface and the crazy scene that was about to unfold in J Bay.

I am also moving house so just havent been bothered to write anything.

Anyway, just got a call from Will who has had this published in Surfers Journal.

“They were town clowns, and you just did not want to be associated with them in any way,” recalls Clyde Martin, who grew up surfing the Bluff’s most notorious peak, Garvies, during the early 1980s.
Although Cave Rock has always taken centre stage, the Bluff is home to a series of formidable waves that sit shoulder-to-shoulder, much like the North Shore. The most well known of these is Cave Rock and then Garvies, with Ansteys – or ‘Corner’ – wedged in the middle.
 “The first locals at Garvies were a pretty core bunch of guys. And then there were the guys at Corner, we used to call them the ‘Corner Skates’,” says Martin. “They used to hang out on the grass by the toilets and smoke joints and pop Mandrax (Quaaludes) tablets. They were just a mean fucking bunch of guys that used to hang out there. They wouldn’t feel anything to get into a fight. At Garvies it was the same and that’s just what we learnt from day one. There was a rivalry between Ansteys and Garvies as well, a huge rivalry, although if there was any ever problem from the outside, we’d all stick together.”
Martin is blunt when asked where the fierce territorialism came from. “I’ve got no idea. It’s just something we grew up with,” he replies. “But I do know for a fact that my group of locals, we took the localism thing to another level completely. We pushed it way out of control.”
He recalls a few facebrick duplexes that still line the dunes at Garvies, the last one standing next to the carpark. “Originally there were going to be 21 of those houses going right down the beach towards Cave  Rock,” he says. “Things started to get really gnarly when they started to build those houses. I was still in high school and we decided that we just couldn’t have this at our beach and we literally stopped them building those houses. We burnt the houses down. Every single night we’d go in and rip all the stuff out. We’d saw out the rafters and make bonfires with the wood. They’d get security guards and we’d beat the security guards up and when they got to the last house, the one in the carpark, the guy behind the development decided he just couldn’t do it anymore.”



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