This one is from back before the weather turned for the better. Here you can see Ezra leading Jen a merry dance down the dunes at Seven Mile Beach.
The distinct lack of crab-related action at this beach is discouraging, and all of the Great Whites were out far too deep for us to tickle and tease. That said, we managed to amuse ourselves by trying to spot Antarctica. We might have managed it, but for the low cloud cover on the horizon…
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That may well have been Antarctica with its cloud cover blocking Tasmania. You and I will now never know.
Roddy, why not?
Because we weren't there. Were we?
No.
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