ocean swim & kookas

Blast along back roads with thumping exhaust sounds of my Royal Enfield Bullet resonating through the bush, arrive at a deserted beach, golden sand, craggy red rocks and sparkling calm blue sea enticing. Pour a coffee, walk the headlands, swim up and down the beach in bracing temperatures, exit for more coffee, feed trusting kookaburras. Stop over at a thrift store to bag a bargain on the way home. Done.
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People say swimming season is over and at 17°C the ocean is "too cold". Typical for me in the face of public opinion I whisper " phooey to that"!
Being close to retirement age, I begin by jogging in water up to my chest, then to my chin, then breaststroke and freestyle for ten laps of a glorious deserted   beach. The lack of crowd, an upside to bucking popular opinions. 
Afterwards, drinking coffee and a muesli bar, I earned two kooka friends and quickly learned they eat muesli bars & apple cores.
K1 & K2 before they came even closer to eat. 

What a day! 

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