Our Wednesday paddle started off just the same, Blue skies, clear water, Q station the aim, But when we arrived at the end of wharf, A friend who had followed popped up for a talk, Southern Right or Humpback, he seemed so alone, We quickly pursued, me with my phone, He left the harbour, heading north to find love, (His love apparatus 7 foot or above!) Perhaps it was really a recalcitrant girl, Looking for kinship whilst eating her krill, If you missed today’s session, for any excuse,
I guess you're now feeling a bit of a goose!
