We fly back to the UK on Friday, and this Blog may be dormant for a short while.
In the meantime, we awoke this morning to the sound of choppers (the flying variety) and news that a local kid had been attacked by a shark at my local break, five minutes from our house.
None of the locals can remember the last shark attack anywhere near here. And I just sold my surfboard on Ebay.
Who said fate doesn't control us?
2 comments:
I love the fact you're afraid of being attacked by a shark (that happens, what three times a year in the whole world?), but you'll lane split at 70 in London when you get back here. We're not a very rational breed, are we? GI
It's true.
But there have been three shark attacks on Sydney's northern beaches (where we live) in the past three weeks.
So it's suddenly become quite a rational fear if you like the water...
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