On The Rocks
- BOOM – - SPLASH – - swweeesh - ‘Oo oo?’ The Baboon stuck his head over the edge of the rocks and looked down. There, a good seven metres below, the mighty ocean heaved, boiled and bubbled, rising up periodically to slam into the small cliff he was standing on. Spray rose up as the wave hit the face, reached its highest point, and slowly collapsed into a descending curtain of water droplets. From the right angle rainbow colours flashed through it. From the wrong angle potential death lay waiting invitingly on the rocks underneath the water below them, reclining on a bed of seaweed, smiling winningly and showing a bit of leg. ‘Oo oo’, the Chief concurred. It had been a big one. In spite of the onslaught of waves crashing into the rocks they were standing on, there were no waves in the bay. Whatever swell there might have been on the ocean wasn’t making it onto the beaches, and there was no surfing to be done. Erstwhile roaring shorebreaks w...