hands filled with snacks and towels, snorkels and fins we clumsily walk down the sandy path..
there is a tree-a big one, doorway to a white sandy alcove and 2 perfect, sheltered, little blue bays.
the one bay is open, with beds of sea lettuce, tongue weed and codium. like sweets on the seafloor; urchins, sponge and starfish are scattered all around. schools of little fish swim this way and that-ocassionally joined by a curious penguin.
the other bay is a forest. a kelp forest. much deeper, the dappled light hits the box jellies and sea breams speeding through the alleyways of kelp trees. with deep breaths we dive down and join them, following their routes, tumble turning under the water.
its the best thing really. being with the most wonderful of people, in a hiding place from the rest of the world, surrounded by the wild ocean and her astonishingly beautiful creatures.
followed by fluffy towels, pineapple and mint water, tired hands carry adventure equipment back past the tree and along the sandy pathway;
heads in the clouds, hearts left in the sea