Heading home with a haul

5.30am. The ocean roars. Sand hurtles up the beach whipping against my calves. I quickly turn, heading north towards Marcus Creek, conscious of the sand streaming at dog eye level, propelled by a southerly.

We walk, the dog and l, as is our custom on the firm sand at the waterline. I become aware of how close we are to the spinifex-covered fore dunes. No long stretch of sand to seperate the water from the vegetation; It’s one day off a full moon, and there’s a swell.

Out on the horizon something bobs, so I stop. Squinting, I make out a mast.  Momentarily a whole boat breaks through appearing to sit on the horizon, only to fall back, disappearing beyond the waves.

My stomach lurches. What is a fishing boat doing heading south against the wind in this weather? Heading home with a lucrative catch of prawns for Christmas?

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