In recent emailouts, we've posed the question: where have all the blueys gone?
Generally, by this time of the season, we've had a couple of bluebottle plagues, casualties and whingers all over the place. This season, however, apart from two dead'uns we saw on the beach at Queenscliff the Sunday before Xmas, we have see nothing.
Surely some people have had bluey experiences. But we're not amongst them. What would ocean swimming be without our fear of blueys, that at any point, on any stroke, we could suddenly feel that searing, piercing pain shoot through our nervous systems. Doesn't bother us, of course. We're men.