The claws of winter run deep this morning. It’s that west wind. Whenever it’s around, it penetrates! When the old salty sea dogs are coming out of the water, red-faced and complaining, you know it’s cold.
Waves – finally the swell drought is broken with a few head high waves. Oh boy, it’s been a while. The high tide was killing it again this morning, but lower tides may show some joy. There seem to be two decent sandbanks in operation.
Our ‘Underwater Dance‘ ballet shots are coming down tonight, last call.
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