Friday 15/5/2026: a mini adventure right out of the blue
After being head down with boatwork and then 48hrs of cabin fever, i woke to a this fog and a drive to go surfing. Unfortunately, the southerly seabreeze was cooking and with so much standing up and a big low tide, the surf was not good and getting worse. Wanting to make the most of the trip, I changed into my swim gear and set off to slow jog for a while. But when I reached the northern extremity of the main beach, I got this itch to keep going around the cliffs. My running suffered, the rocks were sharp, slimy or just too dangerous to traverse at anything faster than a steady walk. I walked this stretch in the opposite direction almost sixty years ago with my buddy Scott. It was amazing how strong the memory flooded my mind. I vividly remembered one bit where it was necessary to teeter on a wet ledge over a sea tossed chasm. PTSD? Yep. I kept pushing under rock faces that seem to continually fret away, corr...