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Back at the beach


I am back at the beach and as promised talking the walk in the opposite direction along the cycle path.  We start off wandering beside the creek which is a pleasant tangle of vegetation.  It must be very difficult to keep waterways natural and clear when they are within the urban sprawl.

The day is lovely and sunny but a strong breeze is blowing.


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  1. DianneJuly 15, 2014 at 2:15 PM

    Soft winter sun peeping through the gums adds a touch of warmth and I'm sure added to the beauty of your walk.

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  2. VickiJuly 16, 2014 at 10:53 AM

    Dianne said it best. :)

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  3. Joan ElizabethJuly 17, 2014 at 11:32 PM

    The sun was soft but the wind wasn't. Made for a lovely brisk walk.

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