Miss Freelove and the Nude Revolution (burn the budgies)

Everything changed. Instead of swimming as a synchronised group. We split into individual cells. The rule book turned to anarchy. No longer the rush to 7am, the 8 minute half way wait in arctic waters. We rebelled. We go when we want.

Today we need to take the next step in self-expression, sacrifice etiquette and rules and start the Bold and Beautiful Nude revolution. Our only constraints now are the seasons, the elements, the winds and the tides. Do away with the nets. No more ties that bind. Let’s join the free love revolution, express our individuality. The 60s saw the burning of the bra. Lets burn the budgies, let it all hang out.

Rusty and Chippos pitch report:

12 degrees out, toes are cold. 18.8 degrees in. Dropping. Phone says strong wind warning. I don’t think so. Big crowd today. Jimble alert about half way just off bower. I run back from Shelley to capture some Express shots, Murray beats me, wow he’s fast (or I’m slow). Beautiful sunrise. viz improving but a bit milky. Better off Shelley. Gee that coffee tastes good today. Chippo positioned at ramp, snapping, chatting, flirting, normal stuff. Someone is wearing crocs with socks, oh dear TFS! Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers. That grow so incredibly high.

Do the monkey, feeling funky,I’m just like any disco junkie

Dad caught the 6.30. In the sun to promised lands

The Stingers! All the leaves are brown, and sky is grey.

@thewetzippers. Make love not war.

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, waiting to take you away

The Shangri La Team. It started out one afternoon, hot sake in my living room.

Bunch up. She’s giving me excitations, I’m pickin’ up good vibrations.

Thanks for the swim today Team. Viva La Revolution!

Rusty the Fish & Che Chippo