Surfing at Holywell Bay is officially rubbish, fickle and frustrating. Rips and ever shifting sandbanks, tides that race in and out close outs and double-ups, waves that back off then dump. Unpredictable conditions that leave a surfer wondering why on the exact same conditions you got a good wave before it can still be totally rubbish the next. But that doesn’t stop the boardriders of H-bay persisting, trying, pretending and hoping that this is the best place to surf in the world! Frustrating comments accompany most surfs at this place:
- “If it looks good you’ve missed it!”
- “You wait till it pushes over this bank…”
- “Ahh mate you shoulda stayed in it was awesome when you got out!”
- “It looks like there’s a nice bank forming!”
- “Ahh the Holy Wobble!”
- “If only I had a teleporter!”
Suffice to say the surfers here are close bunch as they toil together with the fickle mistress that is H-Bay! Many are surprised when they surf other places and realize that they actually can surf! But it does not stop them from trying because there is more to this place than a peeling perfect wave that Trigg once surfed back in 89! The thing that keeps Holywell surfers coming back is the atmosphere, the spirit, the laughs and those bloody rocks that always provide one of the best backdrops for a surf ever! Like Guiness, good things come to those who wait and we do wait more than our fair share for that mysto surf to arrive… and sometimes, just sometimes it does.