Untitled-in-sydney

The beach patrol here seems to be pretty good. They rescue inept swimmers, seem to excellent at erecting their sunshade tents, man sausage sizzles on the weekend and every day strut around in jaunty red caps.

The beach has a public address system that they use to berate surfers who stray into the swimming zone (and dangle the threat of fines for doing so).

This weekend though I heard for the first time an incoming Jellyfish warning and advice on what to do should you become entangled in one of them. They wash up on the beach all the time and I've seen one in the water (when we first arrived and before I realised what it was) but this is the first time I've heard a warning about the impending doom delivered by our portuguese man-o-war friends.

It's probably worth pointing out in the interests of accuracy that Blue Bottles are not actually Jellyfish. These are supposed to be fairly painful if they get wrapped around an arm or leg but the further North you go, the worse they get.