Baying for some water

Saturday morning I had another change of plans. Getting on the bike early in Brisbane, I decided to head out to Wynnum -- largely because I haven't been there in years, and have a look at Moreton Bay. The ride was through largely uninspiring suburbia, but I eventually made my way out there after some of Brisbane's notoriously long red lights. Personally, I'm beginning to think that Moreton Bay should be re-named Moreton Mudflats.

This was about the only decent view of the water that I got:

Riding in drizzle at 7 degrees C probably isn't the smartest move in the world when trying to recover from a cold, and I compounded that mistake by getting lost on the way back, meaning I ended up spending more time doing it. It was perhaps surprising just how much better I felt after the ride.