Most days here the sky seems to be blue, the ocean turquoise. But on Friday, the sky was overcast, the ocean grey. "Shark Days," Malcolm and Cheryl call them - days you just stay out of the water, because you would never be able to spot a dorsal fin coming...
...Sure enough, on Saturday evening's news, there was an interview with a guy who survived a shark attack - apparently unscathed, but a bit rattled by the experience - on Friday, surfing off a beach about 10 k's north of here. He thought it was a seal.
[I realise that might not be the kind of post my mother wants to read, so I'll hasten to add that it was the first time he'd seen a shark in twenty years of surfing - plus, as "fore-warned is fore-armed" we're not going in the water on Shark Days anyway.]
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