mack the knife

On the indian ocean side the waves marched in their usual regimented lines, one of the few places in the world where parallel waves occur. But the waves were bolder, higher assuming a Jack in the Beanstalk character, thundering down on the shore from way out to sea. In the distance, caught by the light, but invisible in this photo, a giant tanker nestled in the comparative safety of the Bay, glistening eerily red low on the horizon. And in the shallows, on what is normally a sandy beach, three little boys played in the shallows, dressed in wet suits to insulate against the cold, ignoring the strictures of parents and the hazards chillingly printed on the notice board. Images of joy incarnate.