We recently had a little "excitement" in our suburb when a whale, that had died at sea, washed up on our local beach. I was driving the boys to school when we rounded the bend near the high school and the beach carpark was full. Must be a good surf I say to the boys!
We see some friends walking along and stop and ask what's going on and that's when we learn about the whale.
You could walk right up and touch it but later that night the council had cordoned off the whale and were trying to make plans to move the 20 tonne carcass (which ended up being no easy feat, and carried out at midnight).
The day was also Oscar's last day of school and a full day of fun and activities had been organised. The final part of the day was a luau on the beach at the surf club, just metres from the whale. I'm sure the kids will remember that party.
Byron told me that night that his class had walked down to the beach (the school is 5 minutes to the water ) and they got to touch the whale. Oh!
Seeing a whale frolicking in the ocean with a new born calf, making their way to warmer waters has always been something I would love to see. It's just me and boats and sea sickness that don't go so well together. So it was sad that my opportunity to see a whale up close, was this way :(