Cyclone Lusi looms on the horizon and we leave work early to prepare for the apocalypse.
But hell, if we're going to die, we must do it at Bethell's Beach.
As it turned out, it was just a bit windy really...
But hell, if we're going to die, we must do it at Bethell's Beach.
As it turned out, it was just a bit windy really...
Patriotic birds flying in the formation of the Southern Cross
the tide comes in in one great whoosh
but we no afraid. we got rain coats and bare feet
and he's got a boogie board
and they've got wings
The west coast beaches are notoriously dangerous and sadly many people have drowned here - it's not so much the waves but the massively strong rips and currents that lie beneath them
yeah, Anadarko, fuck off
meanwhile, on the other side of town, Cyclone Lusi was slapping our water fountain... poor water fountain
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