Misty. A light easterly carrying the smell of warm places. The beach is empty at 545am. Empty car spots line queenscliff. Daughters day.
My daughter painted me a sign a few years ago. Sort of my motto now.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Just get up. Get out there. And go. Never regret a swim.
Rustys pitch report
Push off Shelly. Still. Flat. Super clear. Had the shivering shag in tow. Then Tony. Then Special K joined. A big smooth eagle ray at the shed. Whiting. Discussion around why no whiting in NZ. A turtle off the pool. A couple of laps, swimming in the rain. Like a fine Sav Blanc. Except by the stairs where leaves signalled a metallic taste as the rains washed into the bay.
Thanks for the swim amd coffee team. Remember don't let your true love run cold!
Rusty the Fish and Baby Spice
Meanwhile...on holidays..
Cam goes skyward in Melbourne
Kath and Di goes to the Galapogos
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