On the Beach

A young mans dream job - Surf Lifeguard.

Sitting in his uniform , quad bike and inflatible at the ready, flags rustling in the breeze , sun shining brightly , his Dirty Dog sunglasses make it appear he is staring dutifully at the swimmers in the surf.

Actually, his eyes follow the constant parade of well endowered girls in tiny bikinis that giggle their way past him.

Yes, he is one lucky guy -




I'am on duty tomorrow, let me at it ................










                                 Yeah right ............................









There is always the next day - or the day after ,or ....................................

Today is Jan 2nd.

The programme tells us it is Jan 1st - we have to make allowances , after all it is American !!!!!!!
But, we are here and it is Jan 2nd. Surely it is adjustable , I have so much to learn and the date correction is down the list a bit. Perhaps tomorrow ...................?

Being at the Bach means Beach Walks.
Beach Walks mean seeing the harsh side of nature
December only presented us with five fine days - relentless North easterly winds - up to three metre swells and big disturbed surf.
The seabirds suffer - they cannot feed properly - they cannot rest - sadly some lose the ability to survive - they die - their bodies wash ashore with every tide and become food for the scavengers.

Nature rules or is it the Rules of Nature.

One walk we counted 17 little Blue Penquins -

There is no Media here - no " Rena " - no oil washing ashore - just Nature.

Quite sad but reality ........................................