It was Wednesday afternoon.
It was 3-45pm.
There wasn't a breath of wind, although there must have been some out in the Bay as the Wind Turbines turned ever so slowly.
It was sunny.
They headed for the water's edge.
The sky was clear apart from a cloud of smoke that was drifting out to sea; there was a fire up in 'them there hills.'
They made the most of the bright sunshine.
They made the most of the sea.
They made the most of the now.
The sea tumbled in, as the sky turned from gold to pink.
Look for beauty everywhere.
You don't have to look too far.
Sometimes it hides away not wanting to be found; it's there.
The Sun lowered in the sky behind the Dunes.
Another performance over.
It's off to tour Australia.
The path to the stack.
Visit one day; add some beach rocks.
We'll wait.
