Today's post is brought to you by the letter W:
As the handsome fellow got up and dressed his sleepy wife rolled over and rested until she woke some time after 9.30 a.m. on a sunny Sunday morning. Her chores were soon completed, including the washing which was soon flapping wildly (well that is an untruth but gently is not a W word) on the line. Their beautiful elder daughter waited for the wonderful couple to eat their lunch. Then the family wended their way along the Warringah freeway to the waterside at North Head. They wandered along the walkway astounded at the view until at the Western end (actually I have no idea which direction it was) they were looking out towards Watson's Bay (this bit is true). Then right in front of them, clearly visible from the clifftop, swimming along in the water, were two WHALES. Real live whales. WHALES! Swimming in the harbour. The people watched as one fisherman continued to stand in his dinghy, eyes following the line he was casting, oblivious to the whales that swam within metres of his boat. A small launch motored around a bend and over the top of one of the whales, cutting the engine as the other whale surfaced alongside. We watched as the whales swam side-by-side out of our line of vision and into the Tasman sea. What a day.
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