Wet & Wild

Perth --> Margaret River -- Day Lost Count

Ha got ya with that title!!!! Decide to visit Prevelly Park, a 10 minute drive from Margaret River where my sister and I are spending 3 nights. Last time I was here in Prevelly was in, ooooo ooohhh, that long ago!!! I'm thinking 1986. Back then I went camping with a couple of friends. It still looks exactly the same. The camp ground is still there and the surf is still up. Prevelly is a big surf venue and it is here that the cream of international surfers meet once a year, usually in Autumn when the surf is awesome, to take part in the Margaret River Masters.

It is a beautiful, warm day. And I decide to get wet. Well why not? I can't go naked but I sure can get some of that H2O on me. Like a cookie I dunk myself in the water. Ah, fabulous.

And then I spot a cuttlefish. And a conversation between two people, my sister and I, who know absolutely nothing about cuttlefish ensues.

"What the hell is a cuttlefish anyway?" I ask.

We both look at each other in that kind of look that says, "What you don't know, I thought you would have known. You always talk about cuttlefish as though you know."

"Is it a fish?" my sister tentatively asks. "But it can't be a fish because it looks, well, not like a fish."

Trying to sound intelligent but barely making the pole, "I have no friggin' clue. The only thing I know is that parrots eat it for calcium."

"Duh, everyone knows that" says my sister.

I look at my nails and notice that one is chipped. "But you know what", I say, "they would make a great nail file."

My sister looks at me like my brain has not become a brain. "What?"

I pick up one of the little cuttlefish and proceed to file my nail. It is perfect. "And now I will create fire." I laugh and grunt like a neanderthal.

My sister catches on, and the smart arseness gets bad, but the laughter is good. When is a fish not a fish? Em... okay, er... em... It's not a funny joke, actually it's just a fact... cuttlefish are not fish!