“There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall,” said the French novelist Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette. Spending the last three months in solitude somewhere in the Indonesia, Ian Battrick was probably doing a bit of all of the above. We didn’t hear from him once, we just knew he was doing what he loves – surfing with not a soul around. The few minutes of footage he sent through on his return summed it all up. It’s why we support him and why he does what he does – cheers for carrying the logo Ian, felt like we were there.