A foggy morning

The fog horn was sounding across the water this morning. It was really warm and the sun was glaring through the mist making the water sparkle. I rounded the corner at Woollahra Point and saw the top of the bridge peeping out of a fog cloud. It looked like someone had boiled a massive kettle and covered the city in steam. Something must be cooling down at night as the mornings are getting damper, it certainly isn't cool during the day as the sun was burning and I had plastered my face in sunblock before I left.

A quick paddle and I was rounding the point at Garden Island. By then the fog had lifted a bit so I was too late for the great moody shot I was after. So I turned around. I had to write my business credentials today, tricky, trying to make yourself look interesting and professional. What could I write that makes me sound different. I bet it takes all day...

Mutiny on the Bounty

It's go anywhere weather, calm, quiet and peaceful. No worries about being run over by fat blokes in their big fuel guzzling gin palaces (they're all having their breakfasts at Bills or picking up lattes in their German tanks) and no wind or waves to make things difficult. I shall paddle to the Heads to look at the ocean.

Found the Bounty floating off Shark Island. It wasn't going anywhere, just stuck solid with no wind to push it.

Made a video today. Had to hang the camera from my mouth as I paddled. It's always a problem trying not to get salty water on it. Just had my dribbles on the camera instead! Maybe I'll get some duck tape and stick it to my head next time.

Still warm out here. Summer keeps returning even if only for a few hours in the middle of the day. 'Course I went back just as the sun was coming out...