I walked up the beach, around the headlands and hoped there was enough swell for a bodysurf. There wasn’t. The wind was up and the sun was dipping fast. It was as cold as I’d been since I left Tasmania.
Small swells rocked and flared in the wind with the sun behind it and I tried to relax and enjoy the time I had.
The whole coast had transformed. Sea Hawks circled above eerily as I made my way through the rock formations along the shore. So much of the sand was gone.
I dove into the shore-break and shot some photos. The wind chilled and the sun went away. Baitfish skipped along wherever I swam and my heart got up a bit.
It wasn’t bad.