That was bliss

Kind souls worry when I don’t publish a blog post, so I put a pic on Facebook yesterday morning that said: “No blog. Gone swimmin’.”

It didn’t stop a few people touching base to check “gone swimmin'” wasn’t code for “clinging to the precipice”.

But I was fine. Well, I’ve been feeling a bit frazzled over the past week, so I decided some ocean therapy might help.

I woke DD at sparrow’s fart and hustled him to the V-dub coffee van on Avalon headland for a caffeine hit while we watched the sun rise.

Then we ambled over to Bilgola Beach for a dip.

I adore late afternoon swims, but I’d forgotten how divine early morning ones can be.

As coincidence would have it, DD’s mate D2 had sent him a text asking if he wanted to meet at Bilgola for a swim at the exact time we rocked up.

DD hadn’t seen the message, so was a little surprised to see his friend wandering across the sand towards us.

#randomness

The car park was crowded with cars – there’s a coffee shop beside the beach – but the ocean was deserted. The three of us dove into the waves and had the most fabulous swim.

Well, the blokes swam while I flailed about. But D2 is a volunteer lifesaver and, as you may recall, DD rescued me from the surf once, so I felt very safe in the crashing sea.

DD had a 7am conference call and I had a 9am start for work, so the dip was all too brief. I was soon making the traffic-jammed, 70-minute trip to my place to shower and head to work.

But it was sooooo worth it. The rest of the day passed in a blur of blissed out contentment.

I’m already plotting my next sneaky trip.

Here are some happy snaps:

Song of the day: George Harrison “Here comes the sun”

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