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Now I know what my problem has been ... I've been waiting to get to the food! Note the more colourful plate, once again that brightness that only goes well at coast.

After savouring this tasty delight we headed back to the beach to catch the end of day light.

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  1. Hmmm ... nice photo ... hmm .. nice cake .... hmmm ....

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  2. If I savoured that delight, I would have to run back to the beach ... and up and down the beach ...

    Nice colours though ...

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  3. Nice cake... looks pretty tasty...

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  4. Yep everyone, it WAS tasty.

    And Julie,my philosophy is forget running, enjoy the cake.

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  5. Oh, that looks scrumptuous! Does it taste as good as it looks?

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  6. Winam, I think they called it a chocolate pie rather than a cake .... very smooth and dark ... yum.

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  7. Mmmmmmm... This cake is just smiling at me! :-)

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