Glorious beach, and subtle shrieks with each sinking step falling into hot dry sand. Stepping up the motivation for an icy change. Surf’s up. Slap onto the wet stuff firm, and finally… In with a rush, splash, look out fish. A north-facing beach on the NSW mid-north coast. Borderland. Of course, it’s rolling chaos for an inexpert country boy. The ocean planet’s fierce wake-up call… A timely reminder to be here now. Wow, that was a big one - soar - dunk - cough - splutter - fly - half-drowned… and streaming salty happy tears. I’ll swim until midnight if the coast is clear.
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