A sign on the 130-year-old pier at Saltburn-by-the-Sea warns people not to jump off it. On a big surf day surfers make their way to the end of the sturdy 206 metre structure and jump like lemmings into the cold, murky North Sea. Words: Simon Palmer Photos: Ian Forsyth

Luciano Burin catches up with Junior Faria, a pro surfer breaking the Brazilian mould, whose atmospheric photographs capture the happiness and freedom of surfing.

Chris Burkard's photographs are about more than barrels, perfect point breaks, and carving radical lines – they capture a moment in which the surfer is a mere player and the real star is the scenery. Words: Dan Hamlin Photos: Chris Burkard

Self-confessed board hoarder Chris Preston expounds the delights to be found within his tardis-like garden shed, and explains how he came to favour the quiver approach to surfing. Photos by Jamie Bott [except no.3].

One of the great things about surfing in this current era is the wide acceptance of different board designs. Over the last 10 years, it has become acceptable to pretty much ride anything from surfmat to singlefin, fish to longboard. Words: Chris Preston Photo (2): Dan Crockett

Drift checks in with Andrew Crockett following the release of the much-anticipated 'Switch-Foot II', a tribute to surfing's counter-culture.

Dato!

March 15, 2010 | Words By: Katy

datsun-120yThe Datsun 120y.

It’s funny how something so insignificant can make a trip or period of time so memorable.

This sporty old number ferried us round the east coast of Aus for a couple of winters and did us proud. Apart from the freaky rattle it made when firing her up (we later found out we were putting the wrong fuel in) and a bust radiator, she just kept on going, even as the rust spots turned her from white to orange.

Apparently it was something of a cult car over there in the seventies, the preserve of c-list celebs and wannabe rich folk, confirmed by the thumbs-up I’d get nailing it along the highway and hearing one guy in the carpark at Cabarita exclaim, “Sentastional! It’s a 120y!”

Got some very funny memories of this car, including a 120-mile round daytrip on the hunt for a decent wave, knowing deep down there wasn’t going to be one. It got out of hand, the driver wouldn’t stop, we were all whingeing chronically, bearing in mind the car has less room than a mini and we’d squeezed five of us in it – three broad hefty chaps over 6ft, five longboards on the ropey $40 roof rack… We couldn’t sit up straight in the back; it was mid summer and there was no air con – sweaty, uncomfortable, but very funny.

dato1It all started just going to check the surf at Burleigh… nah, might be better further down, just check Palmy; nah, might as well have a look at the Alley; nah, Tugun? Let’s have a look at Green Mount, Snapper, D-bah, Fingal, Salt… “Ok can we go home now? This is getting silly…” Driver, stern, “NO STOPPING”. Piled back in, quick stop at the pie shop, onward. Byron, finally Ballina to say a quick hello to Ed our mate from Woolacombe lifeguarding in the ass end of nowhere. Fortunately for us it was the end of the road; unsurprising it was no good – why hadn’t we just given up at the start? Ten-minute catch-up with Ed to hear his shark attack story, then shoehorned back in, nearly dying of cramp and heat exhaustion in the back, and where did we end up? Mermaid, two miles in the opposite direction from where we started.

Good times.

           

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