Magic is everywhere when you take the time to appreciate the little things
Quiet at 6am, we heading north, dodging the in-shore stingrays & seaweed. Stories are told of the previous day’s encounters with our flat spiked tail friends.
Glorious, clear, warm, with some frothy waves as we stretched out.
We edged past the pipe, a surge pulling up towards North Steyne. A nervous turn and push to shallower and safer waters.
6.30 return and Drinks Express was bulging. And FFF duly formed their mob and rants and surf racing. I’m tempted but last year’s torn calf before the Cole deters me.
Talk of 4 laps instead of 2 for the Cole Classic 5km, avoiding Queenscliff. Rumours or reality? Thommo?
Manly is really that most magical of places. A place to unravel. A place to rebuild. A place to find love or friendship or yourself in the messy colouring between the lines.
Thanks for the swim and coffee Team. Remember don’t let your true love run cold!
Baby Spice and Rusty the Fish
