We had a wonderfully relaxing long weekend away at the coast. The weather was perfect. Despite that, a small boat capsized as it was crossing the Bar at Narooma. The sailor seemed to walk away okay – at least he was able to walk to the ambulance. The boat was another matter. Here are some of the locals trying to recover it on the beach.
The next day we went for a walk and had a closer look. Hmm – don’t think that will be sailing the seven seas again. A graphic reminder of how powerful the sea can be – even in seemingly benign weather.
This little one just seems to have decided to lie down and age gracefully on the shores of Lake Mummaga.
My mind is very much on the sea at the moment. One of the reasons we went down was to check out our place – this is the current house – perfectly horrible – an owner builder job from the early 1980s where everything was done on the cheap. It is being demolished in a few weeks to make way for our ‘retirement’ home. We did a walk through to see if there was anything at all worth salvaging – three CFL light globes! That’s it.
The outlook from the block of land is wonderful – that is our backyard in the foreground. We will be able to go asleep at night to the sound of the sea. There is something magical about that. We arrived late on Thursday night, after I had flown back from a work meeting in Sydney, tired and frazzled. Yet just walking on the sand and hearing the gentle, endless sussuration of the surf lulled me into a very mellow mood.
I love the textures and colours on this old boat shed, down on the flat at Narooma. It used to have a registration number on the side, but it appears to have fallen off into the mud flats somewhere.
For the past three or four years, the locals have been building a wonderful bike path along the foreshore and headlands from Dalmeny through Kianga to the Narooma boardwalk. Here is a picture of me whizzing down the path from Yabarra point. Our house is in the group in the centre of the photo, nestled among the spotted gums. (Click to enlarge)