BurbleChaz

Another beautiful day, so by ferry to Manly again. The normal thousand-passenger ferry service had been replaced with two 250-seat JetCats. Normally, these command a premium over the regular surface, owing to the fact that it gets you there in half the time, and also has a certain zoominess lacking in the normal 1100-ton ferries. Our feelings were not the unalloyed joy one would expect, owing to the lack of a cafe aboard the JetCat. The morning coffee was, accordingly, delayed until arrival, and the time saved by the whole 'zoom' thing was absorbed by the postponed caffeination. No matter. To the beach, and aquisition of equal parts of sunburn and board rash. Sensible people had a couple of goes on the board, decided that, although diverting, the experience was not without minor discomfort. I, delighted by sole use of the equipment, stayed out for almost two hours.

Hurtling shorewards

Splosh.

Those amongst you who know anything about this sport will, of course, have spotted that I'm doing it wrong. Thank you. I know.