When we arrived, the tide was sucked out of this little embayment but out to sea, swell crashed against the stone gates, trying to surge in. Such a strange tide, a breathing water in a breathing place. We rowed out to set some nets, dropping the boys at Elephant Cave.
Water is clear, not so much river water as brine from the ocean. Seagrass here is emerald green, glossy, waving ribbons, much healthier and vibrant than in the town estruaries.
We trekked through forests of orange flowering 1080 bush and paperbarks, to the rockpool for an icy swim.