The surf wasn't very good in Byron, so I spent my time wandering the beach (lined with navy mountains on the horizon), and forest (adjacent to the hostel), practicing in various remote spots (managed not to get any sand in my horn, and the crash of the waves covered up the sound; scared the hell out of some cattle), and prepping for upcoming legs of my trip. Sat overlooking my pond, reading my book. You know, hard stuff..... (A couple really bad games of chess on my part, too)