Photo of unknown dropper by Mark Trevithick in The Surfing World April/May 1967, private collection
From at least the 1960s, when onshore winds, hangovers or miserable slop meant surfing was out, kids in the area would head down to south Warriewood and leap bravely over the ragged cliff, falling a good 50 feet (or more…?) into a dark swirling soup of foam and semi-submerged cunjevoi, before swimming through a long curving tunnel that snaked back under the cliff, ending in a heaving rock pool on the other side of the headland, that swelled upwards as each wave pumped through and spat them, hangovers forgotten, onto the surrounding rock shelf.