Dad always maintained dawn and dusk were no goes for swimming as well and I do refrain from throwing sticks into the water for Zeus until the sun’s up!
Yep, the crocs do keep the sharks in line and I too wonder about the wisdom of paddling so early but maybe they think there’s safety in numbers. Good incentive to paddle really hard if you’re the back marker
And the only reason I was there, Sandy, was to collect the car from the Kewarra Beach resorts since GW had one too many wines the night before so we’d caught a taxi home! I usually see the skis go passed Trinity when I walk Zeus – different perspective seeing them heading out in the dawn!
Oh that’s good, Cathy!!!
He’s praying for Deliverance?
Zeus is quite partial to the odd banjo tune
Well, the only other reason to paddle hard in North Queensland is because you can hear the sound of banjos!
Apparently sharkies like doggies at any time!
Lol, you two!
Dad always maintained dawn and dusk were no goes for swimming as well and I do refrain from throwing sticks into the water for Zeus until the sun’s up!
Yep, the crocs do keep the sharks in line and I too wonder about the wisdom of paddling so early but maybe they think there’s safety in numbers. Good incentive to paddle really hard if you’re the back marker
Hi, Cath! I think it’s something like if the sun is a finger width above the horizon. (Like holding your hand out at arms length)
Mind you up there the crocs eat the sharks.
Being the biggest coward of all time you wouldn’t get me in the water at that time of day. Maybe that’s these guys’ incentive for a good speed?
I have always been told you should avoid swimming at dawn and dusk because of sharks?
And the only reason I was there, Sandy, was to collect the car from the Kewarra Beach resorts since GW had one too many wines the night before so we’d caught a taxi home! I usually see the skis go passed Trinity when I walk Zeus – different perspective seeing them heading out in the dawn!
Thanks, Fleur
Gorgeous picture Helene.
Now that is a beautiful picture. I can almost hear the soft wash of waves on the beach. And those colours – Oh My!
Hope there aren’t any crocs about!