Briny and foul with sexiness!

Yeah, explodes is an overreach, gotta bait that hook, but the simple tale of two Australians fitting out a camper van and chasing winter swells through Scotland, Ireland and into West Africa has become a surprise hit.

In stark contrast to the WSL’s production line of “very nice, very pretty and a obedient as a tame animal” films, a long-cut of surfer Torren Martyn and his auteur pal Ishka Folkwell documenting their three months chasing Atlantic swells has a legitimacy that resonates with audiences.

Here’s what people are saying.

“This is exactly what surfing is missing right now. What an awesome adventure that gives you the feeling of being there. Thanks for bringing back beautiful memories of Scotland and Ireland for me!” says Canadian pro Peter Devries.

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“You guys have once again captured the magic of surf + travel beautifully. Soo well done, thankyou for showing us your adventure.”

“This was exactly what I needed in these dark times. One year without surf, nagging injuries, heavy & dark thoughts, Covid etc and now my froth came back in an instant together with some tears and smiles throughout these 40 minutes of pure joy. Thank you legends! Much love from Sweden.”

No seventies pussy hair or shaved babylike snatches, but briny and foul with sexiness nevertheless.

Australian surfer Dion Agius releases a love letter to Tasmania, a state he adopted after living in "hellish" LA and Byron Bay.

The Australian surfer Dion Agius, who made his name as a regular in his best friend Kai Neville’s surfing movies, lives in a little wooden cabin in the town of Scamander at the mouth of the Scamander River between Saint Helens and Saint Mary in Tasmania, an island off Australia’s mainland.

Dion, who is thirty six, moved to Tasmania after two years in Los Angeles selling Epohke sunglasses that he describes as “the worst two years of my life. It changed my whole perspective on life. I was living with my buddy who ended up passing away and it got to the point where I was living in this shithole traffic going to showings and thinking, ‘What the fuck am I doing? This is horrible.’ It made me revaluate my life. It’s not about making a quick buck. I found a spot down here, forty acres on a river, no one around.”

This movie, which was funded by the shoe company Globe, is a sort of love letter to Dion’s slice of the world, with environmental overtones etc.

There’s a book, too, by the very good photographer John Respondek, an essential for people who like pretty photos of surfing. It is 296-pages long, has a stiff cover and costs eighty Australian dollars.