Recovery

David's recovery continues.  As I write he has just finished a frothy honey chai and is now on the couch under a blanket watching Bulldogs v Swans in between starting a new crime novel.  He was in look-after-yourself mode yesterday and the day before while I was at work, but I'm back in control now and he's Resting. He had two appointments with the optometrist and generally rushed about Thursday and Friday while I wasn't around to boss him about. I mean, look after him. We will be back in Sydney next Saturday until the following Wednesday for follow up with the surgeon, then hopefully treatment will all be over. But there is a reasonable possibility that he will have to have radioactive iodine treatment a little down the track.  This involves three days in hospital in isolation and a period of no-touchies afterwards.  So we hope he can avoid that.

Hopefully soon he will be able to bushwalk and golf again. I did a little walk this morning on the spur of the moment after Chris and daughter Janet dropped in. We repeated the Blackhead Rainforest/Pebbly Beach walk that David and I did a few weeks ago. http://rovrallover.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-walk.html Today it was a much wilder experience with a thumping sea and very high tide. Here are some photos from today for comparison.

This is Blackhead beach with a foaming, churning surf all brown grey from the turbulence. You can see a couple of surfers who apparently lack survival instinct.

Blackhead lagoon was pouring out to sea at a huge rate, carving a sand cliff at its exit. This Osprey was bathing in the freshwater outflow.

Chris' expert opinion on the quality of the walk was that it was a lovely bit of littoral rainforest, parts of it remnant and parts regenerating from being cleared at some time.

 The sun came out very fortuitously. Actually we got quite hot.

 There was sea foam everywhere, looking just like cottonwool drifts. Here Chris tests out its soft-support rating.  Answer: Nil. The only way you could tell what was rock under the foam blanket and what was water, was to watch carefully to see if it heaved...

 On a dip in the headland between Pebbly Beach and Back Beach there was a beautiful little flat grassy campsite. It had been occupied when we did the walk last, now there were just the ashes of a campfire, next to this freshwater soak in the flat of the rocks facing the sea.

 The next section was quite exciting with sea foam flying about in the wind and no way to be sure of your footing except by getting altitude.  Trouble is, the high tide blocked our last traverse so there was nothing for it but to wait for the foam waves to recede a bit, then make a dash for it through the water.  We all got wet feet, but who cares!

The thumping seas have thrown up all sorts of shells and debris and drifts and drifts of sponges. It was a great walk.