june 16: a. grand day out

I am not sure if it was the excitement about signing up for Spain, the sunshine or just being reckless and wanting to run with the dogs. But about midday I chucked my swimmers in the wagon and gathered the muts for a dip in the sea. 

Boat Harbour, normally very calm, was almost storm tossed. Although the sky was clear blue and sunny, albeit quite cool and a keen southerly blowing, the cove was filled with swell. 

Thankfully the beach was pretty clear of people and other dogs. We had a lovely walk, Brandi found a red ball, so immediately the dogs were shooting off competing at the hunt. It was perfectly what I'd hoped. All our home balls were shredded, so to have a ball to play with was really cool. 

After I exhausted the dogs a little, a put my swimmers on and hit the water. Brandi showed some interest and had to be turned back when she got too far out. I then timidly got deeper as the waves tinkled about my ears spraying me with a cold shower as they passed. Then, a snort, and here's Brandi motoring along towards me. I wrestled her to turn her towards shore and watched as a small wave broke over her head. 

While having a quick shower, a SCUBA diver came along. Apparently the conditions were really messy below. But we were both upbeat after being blessed by the winters seawaters. 

Afterwards, we walked out onto the headland ostensibly to see whales, but one of the dogs smelled like shit on the car, and I hadn't seen any of them pooping. Open to the seabreeze, the headland was quite windblown. With one and a half cataracts. I wasn't expecting much as far as whale spotting was concerned. Imagine my surprise to see a spout literally at the edge of the reef extending from the headland. For a while a regular spout was it, then further to the north there were a few swirls of excitement from the whales. The sighting rocketing our day from super special to ballistically good.