It's a Summer of another Year

I didn't want to get out of the water today. A week in a car. Zero degree Mudgee mornings. Dodging potholes out past Dubbo. Back to Saturday bliss. Cold not cold.

Back to the characters, the community, tall tales and true.

There's a wind on the eastern side. Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night.

Mopoke mourns the racketeer

It's a summer of another year. A new world weary, a little more to fear.

Rusty's Pitch Report:

Dragging the chain early. Chippo talks of French red lips, we head out through a gentle swell. Caroline and Liam head to Shelley, we don't even try to keep up. TFS gets lost at the point so head across to the Bower rocks. About half way the water warms. Then past the rocks amazing clarity. A lone Port Jackson swims under me, some kayakers swish past. We look for the yoga girl in lingerie but she has abandoned us. Back to look at Winki Pop break but not enough to excite. Back at the big white building, then some great body bashing up to the pipe. Some reports of the noseless Cuttlefish & a big Wobby. Back to the Outside World. 

The non-believers - 'whats a blog?'

After Caroline's solo magnificent blog yesterday, the tribal council has voted me off! Coming back at ya!

Thanks for the swim & coffee Team. Don't let your true love run cold!

 

Rusty The Fish & Carolinebythebeach