The Temper of the Time

Sydney, nights are warm. Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn. Early swimmers Sarah & Jon (the Sales team) make it back from their 6am dark sojourn up north, missing a headlight and reporting some tumbles in the surf. No jellies.

Surfing and Jellies don’t mix. The beach is scattered with them.

Reports that the ferry side was perfect and flat.

Sometimes you’ve got to take the hardest line. Buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise.

Drinks confident chat. If you don’t feel it don’t do it. It’s breaking out past the point, it could be challenging.

The Pitch Report:

Wild yet wonderful. Keeping the goggles on was a challenge. People, wasting away in paradise. Going backwards, once in a while. A lumpy entrance and swim, with some sets pushing out way past the point. Couldn’t see the bottom in some parts. A few jellies again off the toilet block, Caroline took out 4, I didn’t see any. Still warm. Guy says the pink 7 on the temp is for the girls. OK. Coming back in went wide, it looked pretty messy in by the rocks.

Psycho shower scene for the FFF. It’s a underarms and football clubs. Flat chat, pine gap, in every home a big mac

Fi and Sophie heading out.

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

Rusty the Fish and Carolinebythebeach