Nature answers only when she is questioned.

...Laughing like drains, Henry and I point out home base, Geilston Bay to Ezra (FYI, it's the second bay on the left of the Tasman Bridge in the photo above). Oh how hollow those boastful laughs feel as I type this now from the discomfort of my hair shirt and shame of my battered pride.


As you can see from Ezra and Jennifer's faces, the scale of nature's response to our hubris was somewhat unexpected.

To be continued...