It’s got quieter. And it’s got better. Brett calls a wave and swim combo, a highly appealing duo. And our gang turns up in force. Surf Life savers, wave addicts, elite and not so elite athletes.
The mountains that we moved. Caught like a wildfire out of control
A dark start, but as the world turned golden we were sitting out the back, ramps of water to ride, and a semi professional ins and outs structure in front of us. As always we fell apart as we fell off wave after wave. Di, Jen and I stretched out across the bay to stay warm, and were surprised by the water clarity, quite deep and clear as we skirted the Drinks Express.
Baby Spice reported a particularly raunchy FFF today, too explicit to repeat. And a marvellous session in the wave zone for them.
The café was wall to wall, talk of baby Port Jacksons, turtles, golf elbow (a serious affliction of the restless and retired), this weekend’s wave action, basketball court robots, and how to crash an Olympic rowing shell into the rocks (and proceed down the river of shame).
All in all another cracking morning, with wonderful company.
Thanks for the swim and coffee Team. Remember don’t let your true love run cold!
Baby Spice and Rusty the Fish
Thx to Phillipa for the amazing baby Port Jackson photo xo