The first time MG and I have been to Hive since the terrible rockfall of a last month. The area of beach we usually swim at is closed off while they investigate the stability of the cliffs. It makes the beach feel very different, sad and even more beautiful. Our thoughts are with the young woman who died and her family.
The sea was rough with some decent waves so we jumped in before we could think about the cold or the swell too much (well, nearly, MG did a classic sprint in to the water which was suspended at ankle depth and replaced by a worried frown, the waves looking bigger face to face). The water was milky, pale blue. Clear enough to see knees but not feet. Big waves were great fun after a few weeks of flat calm... Although I forgot how hard it is to swim in rougher seas - and how much water you end up swallowing when trying to talk.
Getting out was a bit traumatic, the waves were not too bad but just as I was about to launch up onto the beach with an incoming roller I saw a compass jellyfish one foot in front of me. Shouting a warning to MG then swerving to avoid meant I mis-timed my landing completely and was caught in the middle of the wave and tumbled up the beach, washing machine fashion. At least I avoided the jellyfish, kept my trunks and goggles on and hopefully escaped pebble ear. Luckily MG made a more dignified landing.
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Return to Hive, R to follow...
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