Just some photographs.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday.
Just Beach Buoy.
It was 6-26 a.m.
Team One Black Ear were on the old nest site.
"Morning."
"Morning, l'm heading back.
Can't be bothered to go all the way along there. (South)
"Maybe see you tomorrow."
A man with five dogs headed down the access ramp.
They were all friendly, but ran off in different directions.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
The 7 a.m. club were already to the north.
A fresh breeze blew from the north west.
The tide was slightly more in than it was out.
More later...