They’re not mozzies…

We travelled east across the bay and landed on the side that is sheltered from the northerly winds. The sea was flat but not glassy, and it didn’t take long for us to reach Horseshoe Bay where we stretched out on the beach. We flopped in the shallow water and floated on our backs and walked on our knees in the sand. The tide was on the way out and we had to move the jet ski every few minutes to keep it in water. White pippis were abundant and we collected what we could, keeping them in the footwell of the ski where the water gathers. The tide was against us and we left at high speed towards the bigger island to our east. The sea was greener there and deep where the ferry docks. Today, we’re covered in sandfly bites.


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