The Storm that Wasn’t at Black Head Reserve
Looked out of the office window and saw a cool looking storm cloud building just to the west. So I grabbed the camera and drove to Gerroa to try and get in front of it. As it happened it didn’t have the juice to turn into a storm, but the cloud formations were cool. Then, since it was only an hour till sunset I stuck around at Black Head with all the tourists and, improbably, a bloke playing jazz trumpet on the cliff-edge.
Black Head Reserve is the spit of land that projects out into the ocean at the northern end of Seven Mile Beach. There’s a grassy area here where you can chill out or you can walk down onto the rock shelf to go fishing or, you know, take photographs.