The morning light was gorgeous today and I was keen to capture it in photos. However the Gods of Parking decreed that Today Was Not My Day and the opportunity was missed.
Any residual grumpiness disappeared on becoming one with the happy vibe and the anticipation of the daily plunge into the unknown.
It's always nice to see families swimming together. My parents were European - Mum came from land locked Switzerland and never learned, and Dad was never all that confident in the ocean; the surf was not something he would even contemplate
Heading into the water, it seemed there were lots of swimmers. At a guess I'd say maybe 200? At least 5 newbies, and water temp was 21.8 if my eyesight does not fail me.
This time of the year is renowned for very clear water but it hasn't been for the past few days, and it's not easy to get great footage of the sea life.
There were reports of a grey nurse near the half way toilet block but I was not among the fortunate who saw it. Still.
I got close enough to this very handsome groper before he realised I was there
A few duskies about
Old wives on the white rocks
The crayweed is doing well.
Not at all common stingaree swimming in the shallows
I like to have a dog of the day photograph and today it is Derek's rescue kelpie Bindi who has come a long way since she came to live with Derek. Here she is contemplating life, the universe and everything.
And an honourable mention goes to Sir Laurens and his young friend.
The late stragglers were rewarded by the sight of dolphins swimming close to shore. They are out there somewhere.
What am I reading? I recently finished The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, about a young boy who loses a mother and gains a painting. I picked it up a Brookvale Vinnies and it was an excellent read.
What am I listening to? I've been thinking about sharks a lot recently ( here is a reef shark, one of the many I swam close to in French Polynesia They are not shy like the duskies)
It seems they are misunderstood quite often. Eric Burdon was well aware of this when he wrote this famous ode to our fishy friends. Note his adoption of the fine practice of employing female bass players in the tradition of Ms Weymouth, Deal, Dorsey, Lenchantin to name but a few.
Have a great day y'all
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