I walk down the familiar track to the pebble hillock and across the beach, camera holstered, thinking “Been here, seen it all, hohum.” This is emphatically not the case. The ocean has had a busy week, scouring out sand from the base of familiar rocks. Today a throne in a big beach rock requires climbing, whereas on previous visits it was within easy reach of an eager bottom. The base of the chevrons reveals a continuing line of folds. The tide is low as well and there are many more rocky outcrops, feet in the ocean, with shimmering rock pools, and the occasional chevron reclining amongst them.
We walk no further than Glasshouse Rocks, because we discover the ocean side of the rock where we first saw swirl circles and indeed I have not seen it all. We still have no idea what these swirls are, geologically, although J is mounting a search as I write. I do know what they are photographically: demanding!
By the end of our stroll J is convinced we’ve been led on a wild goose chase with mylonite, now struck off our register of Narooma rocks we recognise, despite its identification on a cartoscopic map site. His reasoning is beyond me, but no searches turn up mention of it around here.
The haiku was inspired by this one featured in Suzanne’s ontheroad post.