Here's two. Don't ever think you will get them without a ridiculous crowd on them. The second joint used to be relatively uncrowded until the last ten years and one of my favourite memories is chucking a sickie and finding it breaking about shoulder to head high in ankle to knee deep water and peeling down the point. Take off, get small and tuck my arm elbow deep in the wall and just giggle the whole way down and do it again. I had it to myself for an hour or so and then a couple of blokes joined me and we took turns. It normally looks like this on its best day, not a small barrel fest and it is often sectiony.
next farker I see with a vidcam will find out how good it films lower intestinal tracts 
