Sunday, 26 August 2018

many words

25th August 2018, Embleton Bay, 8am

We sat up here for a while and, when the beach was empty, we dropped down to play on the sand.

As I walked along the beach listening to a podcast I heard this quote from Sir Walter Scott’s ‘Breathes There The Man’.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

25th August 2018, Newton Point, 6pm

We were in no hurry so we stood and watched the sea,
listened to the waves,
felt the wind on our faces
and made plans for tomorrow...

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