A blissfully smooth ferry crossing got us to Penneshaw on Kangaroo Island, which is a good job as it can aparently get quite choppy. The heat is quite amazing, and takes quite a lot out of you, even next to the sea where it seems that even the waves are too tired to break on the shore. The sea has that crisp turquoise look to it that I thought was reserved for Pacific islands, and virtually asks you to get in for a swim.
So get in we did, at Emu Bay on the sheltered north of the island. The water for the first few steps was so hot it was like stepping into a bath, but a little further the cool water was tickling our toes. The strangest thing was that the top few inches of water remained hot whilst the bottom got icy cold, so I was walking along with hot knees and frozen feet. The rest of the afternoon was idled away, Caroline soaking and reading, and me snorkelling to pester the little sand critters, and photograph pelicans.