Relax! It’s Sunday…
What did I do when it was a cold, mizzly Sunday?
I went to Blackman’s Bay and watched the waves pelting round the point.
Straight from Antarctica.
There’s nothing like crashing waves, spray and rock and roll.
What did I do when it was a cold, mizzly Sunday?
I went to Blackman’s Bay and watched the waves pelting round the point.
Straight from Antarctica.
There’s nothing like crashing waves, spray and rock and roll.