A sock in the washer.
Out in the car park Musk Lorikeets chatter in the trees, higher pitched and less terse than their Rainbow cousins. Some flutter their wings in submission or possibly courtship. Some dash along the length of branches in short sharp movements, their feet hidden by fluttering wings. They look like second rate stop frame animations, where all the money has been spent on colour rather than continuity. Their short pointy bodies and short pointy tails turn them into flying crosses. They fill the morning quiet with their voices and the morning sky with their wings. I pause to watch, then walk towards the pool.



Out in the car park the Musk Lorikeets are still there, with Noisy Miners and Wattle Birds. On the gravel path a small flock of sparrows half jump, half fly from puddle to puddle. Red Rumped Parrots look for seeds on the edges of the oval, and in the distance I hear a Butcher Bird. A dog Fox – or possibly a foxy dog – trots across the road in front of me. It sniffs the body of a dead possum and keeps walking. As I wait for a green arrow I see it walk over the cricket square, move down to fine leg and disappear over the boundary. Six and out. As I pull into my own driveway the car clock flicks over to 7.45 am. As I open the front door I can smell toast. It’s a good way to start the day.
Later in the week I swim in the ocean. Technically its summer, but you would be hard pressed to know. 7mm of neoprene should do the job. The wetsuits are blue on the inside and black on the outside, and I hope that they will stop me going blue on the inside. I help H into his suit. His arms stick out at a strange angle and I assume mine do as well. We waddle down to the Pier. We are at Portsea again, looking for sea dragons. The wind pushes the water against the shore and the sea looks choppy and dark. For reasons that I fail to understand at the time we are going to jump into the sea from a low platform rather than wade in from the shore. There are two other families with us and they seem less than keen to get in. So I go first.
A few small fish dart away into the weeds and we find a sea urchin and a star fish. But mostly we just see waves. In a miracle of observation we find a Flathead in the weeds. Named with a wonderful economy, this fish has a flat head and most the rest of it is flat as well. They make good eating, but after a few minutes it moves off and disappears into the gloom. Some of the other snorkelers move off as well and head back to shore, beaten by the chill of the water and their unwillingness to swim to keep warm. H is doing OK, but I can tell he is not having the best of days. We head back to swim beside the pier. There are more fish here, but it’s just not a good day.
When we try to get out of the water and on to the beach the waves bounce us around and taking off the fins is a nightmare. H gets cast up on some rocks and looks less than pleased. I fall over and H cracks up. We both end up being bounced around in the surf like socks in a washer. The other swimmers are gone by the time we get back to base and stand under thankfully warm water. We struggle with the wet suits and think of coffee or chocolate.
The next morning as I glide off the pool wall I find myself laughing. I can see us bobbing in the water, like half drowned corks, trying to make the best of it. I take a breath and keep on swimming.
Comments
I like your way with words, it is always a pleasure to read your posts.
Wish I could say I've enjoyed snorkeling. Clausterphobia surfaces every time I've tried.
Your pictures are beautiful, even if it wasn't the clearest day and I look forward to seeing more when you have a more favorable day.
Wish I could say I've enjoyed snorkeling. Clausterphobia surfaces every time I've tried.
Your pictures are beautiful, even if it wasn't the clearest day and I look forward to seeing more when you have a more favorable day.
I learnt to scuba dive off The Great Barrier Reef.
Hope you get your Internet problems sorted out!