On Sunday morning while swimming in the St James pool I nearly swallowed a clump of bluebottles so I leapt out of the pool. On examining the beach, it seemed that there weren’t so many of them, and they were rather limp and seemed not to have any tendrils. Nevertheless, I decided to play it safe.
Later, while walking across Danger Beach to Dalebrook pool, I saw that the surf high tide mark was thick with bluebottles, so was relieved that I had made the right choice.
The lifesaver had a quiet afternoon because no one was swimming from the beach.