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A fine winter’s
midday in Yamba. Sky blue. Sun shining. Little cool breeze to remind you that
(hurrah!) this isn’t summer … Just right
for a stroll out from Turner’s Bay, along the breakwater … 1.2km from end to
end, it says. Piece of gateau.
Perhaps just a
light lunch first? We seem to have eaten interminably the last few days in this
town of infallible (so far) food. Too nice to eat inside. Let’s do the
old-fashioned thing: fish’n’chips by the seaside! There’s a table by the breakwater where the
Hankinson family have lunched for many years, so … into Wato’s very superior
chippy (pick your own fresh fillet and watch it cooked), and then off to ‘our’
table … yes, I’m an Hon Member of the family now!
My calamari and
fishcakes grand … Paul’s schnapper and fries ditto … and now! Exercise.
It’s a splendid
piece of construction, this breakwater. I didn’t need my stick, rarely an arm,
there are no underfoot traps … a fine, flat walkway, for all ages. Nice! We
strolled to the end, peering into the blue yonder in the hopes of spotting a
whale or some dolphins … I’ve seen hundreds of them in my at-sea days, but you
always want to see more. No luck. But as we headed back, things came to life. A
skydiving shag hit the sea in search of his lunch. We watched to see him
surface. But he didn’t. How long can a shag apnée?
I went to look and
found a wondrous cache of wildlife. First, a shag that wanted to audition for
us … La Loie Fuller in action!
Then his cool,
calm and grandiose grey brother. Next a shoal of fish.
And then a dragon. Yes
it was. A baby dragon …
And the seabirds
flew, and the wattle smiled …
And my ruddy camera
battery had run out. So all these lovely pix were taken by tah-dah!
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