On Saturday, with an inoperable laptop and a corrupt flash drive, I did the only thing left to do: abandoned technology for the day and headed to the beach. I'd not visited the main beach at Glenelg before, it being entirely too hot and sunny for that sort of thing, long walks on the beach should be done when it's cold and wet, I find it tiring to walk or run on dry sand, half the energy you put in gets absorbed. Nevertheless, I haven't taken any photos or done anything interesting in a while, so the beach it was.
Adelaide has a tram line straight through to Glenelg, it goes through the city at roughly walking pace, having to stop with the cars at every red light and having the acceleration of a freight train. It's free if you're going from the city center to Glenelg, or vice versa (you still have to pay if you're only going halfway, I think the free pass is to encourage tourism to Glenelg), I didn't know this however, and wasted one of my peak journeys by scanning my ticket on the way there. It also smells quite bad, though I seemed to be the only one to notice.
The beach itself was nice I suppose, if a bit seaweedy, there were pony rides, camel rides (which I thought unusual, but I guess you can get more kids on a camel than on a pony, and they probably have less problems with sand), lots of people fishing from the pier, etc. I can only assume all the sand is being slowly washed away, and more imported, because at one end there were huge piles of sand and diggers. Either that or somebody's getting really ambitious about sandcastles.
The beach wasn't long enough for a decent walk, so I clambered over the rocks at one end until I could get a comprehensive picture, read a bit more of my book, got a shot of me reading a bit more of my book, walked around a bit more, and when no more sand could fit into my shoes, I went home.
I'll try to get all these pictures I've been mentioning posted tomorrow, it's fencing tonight, followed by hard grind at my laptop finishing off this VIP stuff.
Oh, also wanted to mention that after I made pizza yesterday to a fair degree of success, I repeated the process this morning, but with just a couple of eggs as the topping. Result: the dough really puffed up without a heavy topping holding it down, and it was pretty much impossible to eat with knife and fork due to extreme toughness (was perhaps cooked for too long), but with a quick fold, a sandwich was made.
Take that, lack of bread in the cupboard!
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Also went to the beach over the weekend, the difference being that Bamburgh beach was what you might call bracing. Lots of people all bundled up striding purposefully along against the wind or being blown along by it. I took some pictures of a group of kite-surfers. They were zipping up and down at almost motorbike speed around 10m from the shore line, all clad in what I assume were dry suits. A wet suit would have been too cold since they were frequently tipped into the icy water - hypothermia guaranteed.
ReplyDeleteI also went swimming at the weekend. Three times by accident in Frensham pond, due to 15mph winds, gusting 27mph and inept crew being unable to keep the boat upright (possibly a rubbish helm too, but let's not go into that).
ReplyDeleteOh, and once deliberately in the marina, to observe that Duval's prop has fallen off - which explains why we crunched into the dock and knocked over the water pipe stand the last time we approached the berth.
A full NBC suit would have been preferable to my wetsuit - the water being organically rich...