Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
A mullet fest goes asking
I can hear Sandpatch booming tonight. The tides must be swelling with the moon.
On a low tide note, here are some waning portraits of the harbour this week. Stormboy and I, driving home, both said at once: 'Stop! Stop. Let's stop!"
Pelicans just love this low tide. They've been hanging out in the shallows like magpies in cafes, like shearers at a B&S. I just knew those mullet were laying up in the corner but I'm not a fisherwoman anymore and so all I could do was take these photographs ...