The fish are called old wives for reasons that elude me. They tend to congregate around rocky reefs and can be quite inquisitive. This pair approach as I hover under a ledge holding my breath until the right shot presents itself. I return to the surface, take another lung full of air and bounce back down. This time it is a school of shimmering drummer that surround me.
I am snorkelling off the headland at Myponga Beach, about an hour's drive from the city. After eating at the excellent bakery and spending an hour perusing the weekend markets and micro brewery in the town, I have taken a winding gravel road to the beach several kilometres away.
The scenery along the way is stunning with cattle and sheep grazing amongst stands of eucalypts. A grey kangaroo also made its presence felt as the powerful marsupial bounded out from a stand of trees where I had been trying to photograph some rosellas.
From the edge of the rock face I slowly swim back across a shallow bay to the beach. An old jetty frames the clear blue ocean and I explore the rocks around some of the decaying piles. A bright yellow sea star is feeding on a patch of mussels while a small group of leatherjackets feed on the algae attached to the boulders.
My drive back to town is equally eventful. I stop near the top of the hill to photograph Myponga Bay and notice a group of magpies perched on some wooden fence posts like a slips cordon in cricket. They are warbling in their unmistakable fashion and seem to be bidding me a fond farewell.