This time yesterday I was still considering heading up to Scarborough for the swell that should be shaping up nicely there now. It was always going to be a mission... leaving home around midnight and driving the 8 or so hours through the night to avoid the traffic. I'd spent so much of the day trying to find a surfer to come along that wasn't on some overseas trip or working the next day that I forgot to check the news. So feeling a bit gutted that I had to call the trip off last minute due to lack of someone decent to shoot, I gave up and went to bed. It was a sweet feeling of relief when I turned on the news this morning and saw that most of my journey would have been under about 6 ft of flood water! I guess some things are just not meant to be.