When life has confronted me with problems I have gone to the sea to find that invisible comfort. So it was no surprise that when modern day surfing began I did everything in my power to get involved in it. It’s been more than 40 years since I rode my first wave at New Surfers on the South Coast of Fleurieu Peninsula.

When the surfing explosion began in the 60’s most guys packed their boards on their cars and headed east and west, looking for uncrowded breaks. A lot of the beaches around the Australian coastline are now named after what some of these strange explorers first called them, “Cactus” is a classic example. This site is dedicated to those early surfing friends of mine.

Updated 1 November 2005

© Ron & Sibylle Taylor