The Tale Of A Whale

After a Saturday that was dominated by torrential rain which cut sideways, reaching under umbrellas, Sunday came and with it, the sun. 

So we piled into the car and headed for the ocean.  

Rumor had it that a group of Souther Right whales had taken up temporary residence on the coast between Middleton and Port Elliot, and we hoped to get a glimpse before they moved on.

We were not disappointed.

The boys spent the majority of their time chasing waves, leaping from rock to rock, throwing pebbles into rockpools, and, predictably, "falling" in the water.  

We grown-ups stood back, watching the whales (and the boys) with a mixture of joy and wonder.  

Two spare pairs of pants later, we rounded up some fish and chips (in paper cones, all the better), and perched on a hill to watch more of the show.  

It beat the heck out of Sea World.

All in all, a pretty perfect day.