In stark contrast to the oyster farms, the winter rock pool is bright and, quite literally, shimmering.
We all went down to the beach this week and come midday Che and Poet were immersed; splashing and shrieking. After days of relentless rain it was with sweet relief that I lifted my face to the sky and let the sun warm me to the core.
This is mid-winter on the east coast of Australia; wetsuit-clad kids waiting for waves.
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