Whilst out for a walk on a new beach recently, we came across these wooden stumps jutting out of the water. I love the texture, the shadows, the reflections and of course another beautiful warm sunny day in Tassie.
This week’s challenge is to share photos of something that is dearly loved. I love living near the beach.
This is Seven Mile Beach in Tasmania. I am fortunate to have several ocean beaches within a twenty-minute drive from home. And an estuary beach that is my route to our doctor, local butcher, chemist and post office.
My northern hemisphere brain still gets a kick out of summer in December, evening though this is now my third Christmas in Australia.
Today, one week before Christmas Day, we visited a few of Tasmania’s East Coast beaches, on a beautiful sunny day. The sand gets whiter as you travel north.
Something unusual is happening on our East Coast beaches.
As we walked on to the white sand, we noticed hundreds of fish amongst the remnants of seaweed.
Locals advised that these little leatherjacket fish have been carried south by the currents but the water here is too cold for them. Hence this phenomenon on beaches all along the coast.