A few bodyboarders at Kings Beach Groyne, Caloundra on two seperate occasions. Enjoy

City of Perth Surf Life Saving Club - Groyne to Groyne Beach Sprint 2006 http://www.citysurf.asn.au/history/news/060108_groyne_to_groyne.htm

Some of the most average footage that i've collected over last year. It's shit because half the time I was in the water when it was really cranking. And it's shot with a little digital camera because I'm too poor to buy a proper one. Enjoy! haha

Hengistbury Head Groyne fishing.

Hegistbury Head Groyne near Christchurch Dorset UK.

Basically I jump

The Queen Elizabeth the 2nd enters the Tyne after a long wait due to high winds.

chris steffanetti filmed by cam orton

Old Filmic Dance on a Bournemouth Groyne

% Boys Jumps in the sea at cold Winterton

lol

My great movie.

On december 15th, a ship stranded on a groyne near Bergambacht. Watch the pictures from the day after.

matt dixon doin a sik ARS a secret groyne

preview of my next section for my movie

Watch in high quality, don't standardise your quality man. Leap de la leap. The f00l hurt his leg somewhere along the way :P I believe it was the landing. Parkour for the untrained :)

Body boarding at the kings beach groine on the Sunshine coast.

Nice clean little pulse on 26th July 2008. Plenty of close outs and full ones in the rips but the odd wall and some barrels for both boggers and stand ups on the beachies and off the groyne.

The pier, a groyne by the pier at walberswick worn out and gnarly a magical corner of the beach down ther. Music james taylor - copperline

Matt, Elliot, James and Sam randomly decided that we were going to stand ontop of the groyne and sing pokemon very loudly whilst everyone turned and watched us. This triggered numerous events including a lot of chavs shouting abuse. btw this is joke we dnt really like pokemon.

Pics from the last couple months

Big waves on Borth beach, West Wales. Filmed just after the March 2008 storms.

Toby climbs up a groyne that looks like a sinking ship.

this is my first video contribute to a artist/writer text from video Extract from Fire Star by Chris D'Lacey Strange goings on Meanwhile, back in Wayward Crescent, something odd was happening in the Dragon's Den. The stained-glass ornament which hung in the window behind Liz's workbench suddenly twizzled on its string, and this was followed by a gentle fall of soot down the chimney. Gruffen, who was over by the door as always, sitting on his book of dragon procedures and dozing (because Lucy had forgotten to alert him), shook himself awake and went to investigate. The fireplace seemed to be largely undisturbed. Even so, he flew up it a way, straining his violet eyes into the gloom. There was nothing to see. And when the atmosphere of filth began to irritate his nostrils, he went back to his perch and fell soundly asleep. But unbeknown to him and every other dragon present, something solid had landed in the grate. When it was sure it would not be detected, it flew silently across the room, invisible bar the flecks of soot that were tracing its outline and flicking off its wings. It landed on the workbench. On tiptoes it approached the stone dragon, Grockle. It tilted its head in a sympathetic manner, placing a paw on the edge of the basket as if it would like to rock Grockle in his sleep. It did not touch the cold grey scales, but waved its paw in a circular movement over Grockle's head as though it was trying to break the cruel spell that had seen the poor creature born without fire. Grockle did not respond and the visiting dragon showed no sign of expectation that he would. Instead, it now walked across the table, leaving nothing but the faintest black prints on the wood. Then it carefully and cleverly opened David's letter. Now it faced a more difficult task, for its mission was to tear out Zanna's blood spot. But this it did, making barely a sound. Then it flew across the room and landed next to Gretel's cage. Sensing a presence, she drew towards the bars. The invisible dragon stretched out its paw and dropped the blood spot and a small white flower inside the cage. Gretel, no stranger to magics and spells, having once been a cohort of the sibyl, Gwilanna, showed admirable composure when these objects mysteriously appeared at her feet. She glanced at the sleeping Gruffen, then secreted the items away. On silent lips, she asked the dragon its name. On the quietest of whispers it told her: Groyne. Then it was gone, back to the chimney. And no one, especially not Gruffen, had seen it. For a short time after this strange encounter, Gretel did nothing but sit and think. Then she picked up the blood spot and warmed it in her paw, until the paper was crumbling in on itself and the tiniest prick of her mistress Zanna's blood had liquefied, ready to evaporate. With expert timing, she let it drip into the centre of the flower. Its petals turned from white to a stormy shade of purple. Then she began to cough. Gruffen was awake in an instant. He saw Gretel tottering, holding her throat, a dark flower clasped between her stout front paws. The potions dragon. With a flower! How? He zipped to her cage and peered warily in. Gretel, spluttering smoke from her nostrils and ears, seemed for all the world to be choking. Gruffen gripped the bars, completely taken in. As he put his snout close and asked what he could do, Gretel said, "sleep" and wafted the flower. The guard dragon jolted. His sparkling eyes stilled. He turned nine tenths of a circle and fell. Password, hurred Gretel. In his flower-giddy state, poor Gruffen was helpless to resist. Hrr-rr-aar-re-rurrr, he murmured. The door clicked open and Gretel walked free. Dragons around the room began to clamour the alarm, but Gretel completely unmoved by the fuss, flew, posthaste, to Grockle's basket. By now, Liz and Lucy were hurrying up the stairs, with Gadzooks flying on and G'reth just behind him. Calmly, Gretel made her move. She placed the newly-darkened flower in the straw by Grockle's snout, stroked his head and breathed in deep, making fire in the back of her throat. And with one quick jet of blue-white flame, she set the straw and the basket alight...

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