When you are rock snaggling 500 yards off the beach and pointy bits on a very dark slightly drizzly night wreathed in dromedary foetids it pays to be very careful. Eyeballs and GPS and 6th and 7th senses – which were jerked into adrenalin blast by a series of bright flashes – far brighter than Montague Island light out to starboard. Umm? A fireworks display, just for Berri and me, about 10 miles behind us. And there's a christmas tree on the eastern horizon – probably a fisho out of Eden.
The lights along the shore merge into the phosphorescence – lovely – no time for more.
The logs ramblings can be cryptic, so we have added: