Who knew what would happen? Not Pliny. Pliny got nearly all his predictions wrong including the start time, which was 10 am, not 10.30. And then, there were no cockatoos at Strathalbyn! Not to mention that Pliny had a salad roll for lunch and so had no need to regret a pie.
The water levels were low at Goolwa. Pliny and Nostradamus took a drive out to Hindmarsh Island to look at the Murray Mouth which was all silted up. It was a sunny afternoon, and breezy. A string of yellow buoys floated in the brilliant blue-green water, marking the dredging channel. Nostradamus snapped many wonders with his camera; a tiny blue and cinnamon mottled egg in a nest of sand; a heap of dead crabs, brown, saffron and ginger; two black water birds with orange beaks that he hoped to identify later; delicate purple flowers; feathery grasses; rude red-tipped succulents; and a mystery thing that Pliny had picked up.
On the way back they stopped at Rankine's Bar. The boats in the marina were so far below the wooden jetties that no one could have got on or off them.
Nostradamus looked at his camera to review his pictures. They had all disappeared. His memory card was cactus.
Pliny thought he would remember them all anyway. But today all he can remember of the photo of the mystery thing is that his hands were in it.
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