Tag: Swimming at Flinders

Sitting above the beach while my husband swam, the beauty of the scene was not lost on me. The ocean oozed silvery-blue as it wriggled and nudged against sandy fringes while a black speck swam laps, cutting like a hot knife through the liquid blue. Jutting into that scene was a ramshackle wooden jetty, hardened pylons pinning it down as a hydrophobic kelpie paced its length, tongue-panting for his owner in the waters below. Mesmerised, I too strode its boards and …what a revelation! As if with a magic key or pin number, the ocean lid peeled back to reveal a blinding white sea floor, intense aqua ripples and swaying seaweed. I stood transfixed. The ocean swam in me…until, sated, I returned to the shore.