With winds continually blowing in fresh from the snow packed alps to send shivers down your spine and tickle the never regions, the beach was about as tempting as jumping into an ice bath.

But us surfers are a different breed – when every sane person finds the nearest slow combustion fire place and decides to embark on a seven-hour marathon of Chevy Chase movies in front of the television, surfers think nothing of walking down to their local beach and diving into the frigid waters.

As most people know, the uglier, colder and more rotten days leave no doubt that in the water is the best it's been for an age.

And this was what our weekend brought us, a dominant south swell and extremely cold off shore winds - exactly what us madmen want.

Saturday morning dawned and surfers from all over the countryside seemed to descend on our little township to test themselves against the elements.

With the seas rising like Pam Andersons tank top, some mountainous peaks were there for the taking for those game.

When Kamikaze starts to break surfers are drawn to this sacred location like dirt to a fingernail and crawling out from under his blankets early on that steely cold Saturday morning was Ian ‘Eo’ Harding.

Eo had the full wakeup call by trying to take a short cut to the peak and, as everyone knows, when you decide to take this option 90per cent of the time there is consequences.

Poor Eo paddled as hard as he could to try and beat the waves which started to fill the horizon like a pair of corduroy jeans but was clipped by the first wave of the set, then the next one held him for ransom for a good five wave beating.

Eventually he managed to make his way out the back to put some redemption onto the waves and round out his surf with the fairytale finish, the sweetest drop into a howling long wall.

With Saturday’s huge seas starting to fade from memory like $1 worth of hot chips from a takeaway shop, the coastline became more manageable on Sunday and waves started to spread the crowds around a little more evenly.

The surf also spun around a little more to the east which made Collars Reef a great place to paddle out.

Sunday was also one where wearing a warm hood was more popular than toilet paper at a festival port-a-loo.

Well known as a bit of a hoodlum, Phil King decided to indulge on the left handers which angled their way along the reef.

Phil, who was nice and toasty with his hood on, seemed not at all fazed by pulling into the closeout tubes.

Feeling like he had a warrior’s helmet on, he showed no self-preservation as he slid under the curl of the shallow waves, but after living in Java for the last few years a soft cunje ledge is a postopedic mattress in comparison to the razor sharp live coral Phil is more acquainted to.        

In thumping six- to eight-foot conditions, the steep walls at Jeffreys Bay, South Africa, served as the perfect canvas for defending world champ Mick Fanning to carve up long-time friend and occasional rival Joel Parkinson.

Putting in a commanding performance in the final of the JBay Open, there was little question who the point master was this time around.

Stay classy Milton Ulladulla and if anyone would like to add anything to this column either call into Akwa Surf, buzz us on 4454 5222 or email me kurt@akwasurf.com.au

‘Til next week, stay wet.