Rock Pooling

Muddy, brown swirling flood waters. Semi submerged flotsam and jetsam from way upstream. Deceptive currents invisible on the surface but strong enough to sweep away the humble tinny. Best head to the coast then, beyond where the rivers expel their coffee coloured dregs and where the magnitude of the Pacific surf has the power to wash away and dilute the murky masses of water that empty into it. Floods punctuated the close of a Sydney summer that never really was. Thank goodness for Rock pools, their crystal clear waters renewed daily by a fresh tide that inundates it. Perfect for exploring whatever the weather.

Mesmerised….

Emerald city….

Pretty shells all in a row…

King Neptune’s necklace…

A rose petal bubble shell (very exciting find!)..

Pipeline..

Sea urchin…

Sticking…

Potholes…

Mr Pincy…

at the kiosk..

Someone else’s sandcastle

What did you do last summer? :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slow Out of the Starting Blocks

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Early this morning I swam in the sea pool down at South Cronulla. On my own. The water was as flat as a millpond, zero breeze. Just ten laps. The water was warm and afterwards I felt a million dollars like I knew I would. Followed by ten minutes basking on the steps of the surf club with a coffee I was a new woman.

Taking part in an ocean swim has been on my agenda for an embarrasingly long time without much action. I vowed to give it a go in this post last year, hoping that a public proclamation of my intentions would force me into the necessary training regime. My efforts suggest I’m not that interested but I really I am, I just can’t seem to fit this singular activity into the hectic life that is a part time working mother of two pre-school children (who dont always sleep at night). Children and water need close attention so when I am not working and can make it to the beach with the kids, the closest I get to a proper swim is a wallow in the rock pools at low tide or at best a waist deep wade in the surf with a monkey on the hip.

My swim in solitude this morning was thanks to Reg being on holidays and at last a miniature surplus of time as a result of a long summer holiday that has allowed us to catch up on what has been a crazy busy year. When school (work) is in again it will be back to the grind and weekends dedicated (happily) to family time, sorting out the domestics, boating pursuits etc etc. So ocean swimming, other than training in the pool while the kids are in lessons, seems destined for the dream box again.

The thing that really appeals to me (having skulked around the general vibe of ocean swimming types; the ones on social media anyway) is the cameraderie and the idea that by coming last I won’t be laughed at (is this true?!). I know that if I did come last,  the physical rewards would compensate. I’d love to hear from any other ocean swimming mums and dads. Am I trying to fit too much in? How do you fit in training? Perhaps I should forget the training and just enter a swim that has a short course for beginners or would I just end up as shark food? Anyone down the southern side of Sydney interested in a weekday ocean swimming mother’s group where we can take turns?

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