Fish butts

It occurs to me, as I trudge alone on an isolated 4WD track heading to a remote beach to do some snorkelling, that this might not be the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Oh sure, I’ve done far stupider things; some in the name of love and some for no reason at all, but age should really have given me something else besides wrinkles. A slip on the rocks a short time later confirms my hypothesis, although the lack of mobile reception should have done that already. But I trudge on regardless. The tracks of those that have gone before me reassure me in some small measure. Not all are human. But at last I reach my goal. Only… I work myself into such a state at the thought of being snatched by a great white shark and no one knowing I’m gone that I barely skim the edge of the reef and hurtle back at break neck speed to the safety of the shallows. It strengthens my resolve though: I’ll do this in a group next time so if a shark attacks I’ve got a chance of making it out alive. Continue reading →