Feeding Time

Blue Cod and chups on Oreti Beach in the deluxe camper - a treat from David and Nicky.

Happy Spook

Nicky, David, Patrice, Brayton

Nothing was going to keep Spook and I out of that surf for an apres dinner splash. Sun setting on the waves, the soundtrack of Grease playing in our heads…….

Earlier in the day we’d checked out the bottom of the settled Southern Hemisphere (Bluff) and the aluminium factory equivalent of the Fort William smelter.

The Smelter

Over breakfast the next morning, headline in the Southland Times was an article about a 13 year old girl who was bitten by a shark whilst surfing off Oreti Beach at 8.30 on Thursday night. That was a few hours after our first dip and roughly the same hour as our dip the next night. You could have run a train through my gaping jaw when I read the story.
I was telling a friend in Wanaka about this and she said “8.30pm? That’s well known to be feeding time.”
I’ve changed my ‘nothing can stop me going into that surf’ opinion.