BurbleChaz

Today, for the first time in weeks, the weather was actually pleasant. 36C, force 4 breeze, blistering sunshine. To celebrate we strolled along the waterfront to the pub, and ate dinner outside.

A racing yacht was moored a few metres from our table. She's called 'Secret men's Business', and is just back from Hobart. She was 10th across the line, and 4th in her class of 12 (IRC division C).

Just in from Hobart

Signs of hard beating on port tack

Huge working area.

The water in the harbour was soupy with jellyfish when I took the pictures. An hour later, they'd disappeared. Who can fathom the minds of cnidaria?

Cnidarian