The boules up top looked all twinkly in the midday sun on my friends Deb and Denis’s lawn in Cape St Francis. Or Seals, as it’s known to surfing aficionados who come here to take advantage of the epic wave quality at Seal Point. D&D’s lawn had just been mowed. The smell of fresh cut grass, the sea, beer, and a bowl of hot self-made popcorn close by, is a cocktail of smells that I’d like to bottle. When you turn up the heat to 29C, it’s perfection. Like Bruce’s.