As close as I got to a whale
My poor neglected blog! It’s been over a month now … my hand still isn’t fixed … I stumble from physiotherapist to physiotherapist and they all give conflicting advice.
Meanwhile the left hand is starting to hurt as well as the right …
But it’s time to get back to a bit of blogging … here are a couple of beach photos with a difference … taken at Logan’s Beach while I was in Warrnambool attending my graduate exhibition. Logan’s is special on account of being a place where Southern Right Whale mothers mothers linger to give birth to their calfs. I’d seen a pair on a previous visit and visited the beach every day, determined to
Beautiful deserted Logan's beach ...
repeat the experience … but other whale watchers told me the mother and calf who had been resting there left the afternoon I arrived!
Crowds stood patiently, morning and afternoon waiting for … a few false alarms … and then … nothing. Still, the air there is wonderfully fresh and blustery and it was a great way to start the day …
A few braved the water to pass the time.
He's made of tough stuff!
Here is one such foolhardy specimen. Not only did he swim, he and his son showered in the cold shower on the whale viewing platform and then stood in the icy wind chatting, apparently immune to the cold.
I take my hat off to them. NO WAY was I getting in. Next stop south from Warrnambool is Antarctica … and it’s only marginally warmer in Warrnambool.
On my return I got straight back in the water … once … I’m afraid the implications of what’s happening to my right hand, combined with the flu left me depressed and too lethargic to care … but once the wind drops I’ll be back in. However blogs will have to be fewer to save the hand …
Welcome back! You’ve been missed. I share your instinctive recoil from the guy in the towel (and people have been calling me insane)! Whilst I feel incredibly brave for swimming in 13 degrees last week – so that today 14.6 felt positively balmy by comparison, I have to say that south of the border feels like an impossibility to me! One woman was recently trying to tell me that swimming off SE Tasmania was balmy because of the currents – um – find that a little hard to believe! You might want to try an osteopath for the hand – could be nerve pain referred from elsewhere – or (drum roll) arthritis – yikes!
Yup I think there’s an element of Arthur-itis as mum used to call it, but mostly tendon stuff …
I’ve actually been swimming twice off the coast in SE Tas (in summer) and, relative to the rest of the island it is balmy … the operative word being relative … but compared to Sydney waters it’s bloody cold!
BTW – congratulations on your graduate exhibition! pics?
I’ll put one in the next blog …
i am sorry you have to experiment this kind of suffering.
Take care dear.
Thanks for your well wishes
I second that welcome back! We’ve msissed your blogs and those wonderful photos.
Perhaps the whales will surprise you at Newport one morning, on their way back down the coast.
Here’s hoping …