Having left Table Bay and started heading south down the Atlantic Coast the Gorse Fox and his colleagues had a superb view of The Twelve Apostles (as these cliffs are know). Apparently there's actually 17 of them... by why ruin a great name!

Adrenalin was beginning to surge as the swells increased and so did the speed. The rib was leaping from wave crest to wave crest and it was like you would imagine the ride on a bucking bronco.