The competition was a non-event. Every time Frank Davis paddled into a wave, roaring ‘Mine!’ at the same time, the rest of the competitors pulled back to watch as the old man cut and hacked his way across the surf like someone twenty years younger. From the start it was clear the battle was for second place, but Grace was proud of her performance, with a couple of solid rides, even pulling off a decent little flip on her final wave. As she carried her board back up the beach, however, she knew the best she could hope for was that she had beaten Daniel.
The competitors assembled outside the lifeguard hut for the announcement of the results. A crowd quickly gathered around them, clapping and cheering.
‘You were awesome!’
Grace looked around. Joan gave her a wave as Becky pushed her chair
