It's the perfect time of day. To throw all your cares away.
It's the perfect time of year. Talk around of the return of the duskys.
Try to figure out what all this is for. Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Like a dream you try to remember but it's gone. Magic out there. Water temp high, viz high, biteys all gone. We taper to the point, shed then pool. Rotate your hips says Brett. Ali spots a blind wobby, a north west blowie (that's what my dad calls them) and a tight pack of black fish. Dawdling is the order of the day. A day for it too! A big Drinks Express enter as we exit, all smiles and energy. The word 'magic' tosses around. A medium size FFF gathers, an intense rant underway as I pass. As my late mate Paul often said to part company 'Giddyup'. So Giddyup & get out there gang!
Thanks for the swim & coffee Team. Remember don't let your true love run cold!
Rusty the Fish & Baby Spice
and for the runners and swimmers this week, some Canadian magic to inspire you (press play):
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