A CUP OF TEA WITH GOD

I pulled into the car park just as I heard someone say,

"Do you know who’s at Tea Tree Bay?"

"Who?"

"Bob McTavish is surfing there!"

I grew up hearing his name—the shaper, the '60s legend.

I didn’t hesitate. I ran.

When I arrived, scanned the lineup, searching. Nothing.

Then, in the corner of my eye,

I caught a glimpse—Yes. It was Bob, effortlessly gliding down the face of a wave.

I stood there, watching, soaking in the moment.

I lost track of time, just watching.

When it finally hit me, “I should take a photo of him”, I looked up to see him paddling to shore.

That’s when I realized—I wasn’t the only one in awe.

The quiet reverence, the stillness of the crowd, the shared admiration.

And so, instead of Bob, I captured them.

A moment of collective appreciation.