across the water...

...and we had thankfully arrived on 'Rotto' (Rottnest Island) on a sturdier and swifter craft.

Sometime later after tent erected (extra)in a 'breeze'...as cricket commentators are wont to say but gale as it actually was (think swirling sand  and leaning canvas).... fishing was on the day's agenda.
Hogging the tiny jetty were a quartet of blokes toting golf clubs and nervous nellies squished into the rubber duckie heading out to their floating home away from home, the ambitiously named 'Black Adder'.

All the while kiddlies were dangling prawn baited hooks into swirling swishes of fish and a stingray cruised gracefully below the action.