Wednesday, August 22, 2018

The charge of the extremely light brigade

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Lovely day out today. The ferryboat to Iluka, opposite Yamba on the coastline, goes from the bottom of my hill, so we piled aboard the 11am for a half-hour chug across the hugely blue river.

What is the attraction at Iluka? Quite simply, the best fish'n'chips in this area. There is a courtesy bus from the landing stage up to the dilapidated old pub, and the adjacent headquarters of the local fishing co-op, where the freshest fish imaginable is to be found, but we chose to walk the 1.3km, the last part along the waterfront where we ran into an extraordinary spectacle. A huge troop of soldier crabs on manoeuvres. This picture shows only a small part of the army ...


The whole thing (which Paulie videoed) looked like the March of the Amazons from La Biche au bois, choreographed by Ralph Reader and performed at triple speed ...

The Crab Tattoo over, we scoffed our fish'n'chips in the sunshine then wandered back to the ferry ... a total of 2.6km without my stick, I shall suffer! ... a little suntanned, a little fresh-air tired ... for a wee nap before dinner.

I reckon those little fellers will still be rehearsing ...


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