MARGARET RIVER 1969: WHEN RAW MEANT RAW

“It’s just so raw!” The WSL announcing crew, and the surfers they love, have lofted this description so many times this past week while talking about Margaret River that you’d think the place is a still-wiggling chunk of yellowtail, rather than a vineyard-covered, carpaccio-scented engine of upscale tourism. You like it raw? Tell you what. Take the leash off….