Lone Surfer Designs T-Shirts

'Lone Surfer Designs' brings you home 

At present I am working on various designs if you want one just let me know the one below is $38.00 au + postage - let me know if you want any inscription at no cost.


Email me at ecbenn@live.com.au and I can give you my deposit details and discuss your needs

T-Shirt sizes -  small - large - xlarge - xxlarge

Colours -  Black, White and Grey

Back printing will be $12.00 on top

If you are international (outside of Australia) I can quote you for postage at the cheapest rate

Thank you friend - Ted Bennetts

and remember...

"A test of a surfer is to surf alone"

The Bear

A Friend Died Today...

A friend died today:
When I moved to the Central Coast from Forbes NSW back in 2010 I lived in different areas of the coast. First I moved to heavily wooded Mardi, which is up near Tuggerah. Then I lived at a small hamlet called Copacabana in a 1950’s rental not far from the beach. I surfed everyday and reacquainted myself with the ocean. The problem was I lived in a party zone, so every weekend parties exploded around me which I disliked to the point of moving out. I relocated to Avoca Beach in a two bedroom house close to the point and Avoca Picture Theatre. It was a house in disrepair, but the rent was cheap.

I ran on the beach and surfed most days, it was exhilarating to me. Dusk fell into night and I would wander down to the point and watch the lines of waves smashing through the headland. One night I chanced a silhouette of a man in the distance starring out to the glistening sea as the waves roared into the shore. A grounded figure dreaming of the ocean and its origin. His name was John, he did not speak at all until I said “these waves would be perfect to surf right now"

He nodded and said “yeah your right its pretty special -  not a bad idea at all”

A week had passed I again came across him again  a fogged figure in the distance. It was raining and it was just after nightfall. He was standing on the point wrapped in a plastic garbage bag watching the rhythm of the ocean with his reflective eyes, searching for something, searching for an answer to a question not yet formed. I did not speak to him and walked back home. I realized he had moved into the beach shack behind the picture theatre with his family. He was close to the ocean, he could feel the thud of its power under the floorboards. A sound and a visceral arrangement other living beings rarely experienced; There was with no doubt he was borne from the ocean. He told me one night "waves are vibrations of god resonating from another place and another time and we were the final destination". He spoke as the waves cracked on the rocks and sprayed into the black night sky. 

It all made sense to me....time was relentless and my life is a series of waves breaking on the shore.
www.edwardsdesignhouse.com ....to be continued