The past few days

I'm now back at my base, safe within the doors with no sea lions in sight.

The reason I tell you this, is because a short walk to one of our remote beaches in recent days resulted in quickly running back into the sand dunes to escape the pending sealions who were moving very fast down the beach we had just arrived at.

The sight of a creature twenty-times your size bounding down the beach is a somewhat curious observation.

Then the rustle through the thickets (where I had been led by my companion), my companion bounding after me, gave for a quick mind at hand.

You might say I was very awake at that particular moment, and certainly aware of what was going on.

Thankfully, we made it safely back to our cabin, tucked away in the bay to hear of more stories from other travellers about the local entertainment.

It seems the sea lions are rather fond of following humans, and wandered up to the bridge that day, and swam behind some kayakers out in the bay.

Local word is the fishermen dump their leftovers into the bay, and all and sundry breaks loose - prime tucker for the seals and sea lions who live in the area, and the bay, resulting in no shame in approaching humans.

Earlier in the week we were rained out by the torrential rain hitting the deep south.
The outcome resulted in a walk down the beach with my brollie, a paddle in the water, cloaked in my 1950's wool coat which kept the wind from my kidneys.

A dinner date in Gore was accepted, after now being soaking wet, then laughing all the way back to home base.

It was with a somewhat sense of almost relief at making it home to our very own hotel - who needs a tent!

Eventually, the gods looked our way, and the sun appeared long enough to enjoy an evening watching the evening light hit a calm flat ocean.

On our last day, we journeyed through to the Nuggets. What a wonderful place it is.
To see baby fur seals was just an absolute unexpected treat, and how gorgeous they look from a distance!

The binoculars which I was given for Christmas were forever in hand, taking in the seals swimming below, and watching the baby seals "hoppity hop" from rock to rock, and fall down into the crevasses and into the pools of water nearby.