There we were in our very Italian helmets, leather jackets …and shorts. Born to be wild and all that.
But then we went for a relaxed Sunday paddle – in gale force winds, against an outgoing tide, on an expanse of choppy water that was more like a harbour than a river! It all seemed a little too hard really, until…
As we paddled along in the welcome shelter of an island, two fins emerged near our kayak. Then another baby-sized fin popped up. Then a big, darker fin. We edged in closer to watch the four dolphins cruising and playing in the pristine water…so close, we could hear them communicating with their distinctive whistles, chirps and clicks. As we approached a fishing boat, the dolphins sank below the surface and disappeared.
Later we passed dozens of darters roosting in the trees and, even though we tried to be silent, they weren’t about to stick around as a highly-suspect yellow beast passed nearby.
On the island’s beach, a pair of stone curlews – one snuggled in a hollow on its eggs and one standing guard – watched warily as we passed in the distance.
A challenging, but brilliant day on the water, watching creatures born to be wild. No leather jacket required.
Find out more about the pristine coastline, magic Clarence River, and village charm of Yamba here.