The sun was swiftly dropping behind the casuarina bushland as I walked out to Grey Rocks yesterday. There is so much going on I really needed to spend a while with nature. You can see my beloved mountain at the top right, with smoke from hazard reduction burns in the sky from the west. The sea was roaring, that marvellous sound like a train approaching!
A southerly wind blew against the rocks, spraying saltwater over everything, including me and the camera. Icy fingers reaching into nooks and crannies, reminding me that winter is not far away now. I stood and watched, marvelling at each huge spray thrown up by those roaring waves.
Sea spray clouded the air, creating a mysterious atmosphere illuminated by the lowering sun. Water rushed up the beaches, leaving no room for walkers, it was display of power and authority by the ocean … don’t come too close!
Fish and dolphins are at home in there, riding the currents and swells. Dolphins surf in the waves, fish dart around the interface between sea and shore, feeding on sea lettuce, crustaceans, small creatures such as fish fry or eggs. We love to watch fish in the waves, illuminated at times by sunshine as they are lifted up, almost transparent as if lit by a fish tank light, then disappearing into the depths again. Dolphins surf for fun, playing in between hunting activities.
I retreated, back along the track to the carpark. Ten years ago when National Parks acquired this land it was bare and ugly, eroded by vehicle tracks where fishermen drove right onto the great rocks, so they could watch for schools of fish. After a lot of effort and expense Grey Rocks headland has been rehabilitated so that most of the ground has plant cover once again.
I was loving the late afternoon sunshine, so I went around to our beach, to see how far up the waves were coming. The whole beach has been reshaped in the past week, hundreds of tonnes of sand shifted about, creating a steep bank where there was once a smooth shingle. There was nothing exciting to see, but the low sun angle made photography tempting!
Despite the change in location the sea still roared, but the swell was smaller, having had to come in around Mullimburra Point. It made a thrilling sound as it whooshed in over the shelly bottom around the rock pools.
I don’t know about you, but I felt quite a lot calmer and more spacious as I returned home after visiting my good friend the sea.