Pebbly Beach

Finally, holidays have arrived for me with time for my own pursuits, for attempting to tame the garden, and most of all, enjoy ocean swimming. Pebbly Beach is deserted by 5:30 in the afternoon, which is when the tide is best for a swim.

 

 

 

Blackberries promising a good harvest 

 

 

 Deer finding good stuff to eat.

 

 

The 6:30 ferry pulling into Horseshoe Bay with Bowen (Finisterre), Gambier and Anvil Island (l to r) and the Langdale ferry in the background.

A plan for paddling in the moonlight tonight turned into a walk down to Pebbly Beach. It was after 10 and, despite the moonshine, it was too dark for launching the kayak and getting my gear together. Still, I enjoyed the stillness of the night, sitting on a log at the beach and looking over the glistening water. On my walk I encountered a buck that stood frozen just a couple of feet away, a pair of mating slugs (which I had never seen before) and a cat looking for company. - Should do this more often, trying to see the world in a different light.