Oz and I seem to get pelted by an icy downpour every time we set out for a walk. I missed the one morning I could have got out in the Skerry. I was out of sorts all day afterwards, hopefully that will teach me. Maybe some ok days later this week. I am keen to get down to Kororoit Creek mouth again.
I have had a few books on the go. Just finished Secret Water, which has some fairly odd parts - all the stuff about savages and eels and stuff doesn't age that well I find, but also some wonderfully evocative writing describing small boat sailing. I like the mapping. I see that the idea of rafting up is not new. I am very slowly working my way through The Frayed Atlantic Edge and Murray Darling Journeys, both books require a slow pace, perhaps to match the journeys they describe.
"Embouchure of Kororoit Creek into Port Phillip Bay"
The google earth photo shows that it has changed a bit. The point opposite Vancouver boat supply has eroded significantly, perhaps because of the massive tyres that have been put there in an attempt to slow what has been happening. The tyres sure haven't worked, beyond adding a few more hazards to navigation on the way in.
There have been strong westerly and south westerlies to go with all the icy air flowing up from Antarctica over us, and the icy rain down the back of my neck. The Northern Pacific starfish, an aggressive invasive species brought here in the 90's in ballast water in Japanese tankers, don't seem to have liked it much, the dog beach was littered with dead ones. I can't see what was so different about the last few days and why there should have been a mass extinction event for them. I hope it is not a harbinger of something going on out there under the water.
The covid numbers show no sign of slowing down, and it is becoming harder to imagine a liveable future. Maybe we are like the Northern Pacific starfish, an invasive species who has woken up one morning and found that something in our environment is going to polish us all off.
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