SWEET VENOM
All I have to go on is a hand-drawn map and a dodgy alias. Greg couldn’t pronounce the name of the surf spot he’d stumbled upon, so he drew a cross on the map where he thought I might find it and labelled it “Venom Bay”.
“It sounds like Venom Bay,” Greg shrugged, “but I can’t be sure. It was a long time ago. But the wave, mate, the wave is just awesome. You can’t see it from the road because it’s behind a dune. Find the dune, and you’ll find the wave.”
Two days later, sitting on a beach in Fort Dauphin, I unfold the map and try
