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, corrode and slide back into the sea. Within two stone throws of The Bogey Hole I came to a very similar lokong ledge, and I froze. No way! 
It didn't add too much to my physical fitness, but my mental wellness soared.  

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