Funny how we take for granted, that which is in reach. I've grown up by the beach, you couldn't keep me away from it from pre-walking age through to moving to Brisbane. If it was light, and there was a wave, I was there.
You would think I would be trying to make my way down to the beach every day while I'm here, but somehow, things keep cropping up. Not today though. It was a very deliberate move on my part. There is something about the air at the beach that just lifts the spirits.
|Early morning visitors, pale-headed rosella pair|
|One half of said pair|
|Yeah, pay attention|
|No swimming, for good reason|
|Angry clouds, angry waves|
|Leaving only footprints|
|Blowing in the wind|
|A swag of blueys|
|First came the chips...|
|Then there was the crab sanger|
Along with all the other bits and pieces you find while strolling along.
Of course, the famous crab sandwiches down by the beach at the cafe are also a good reason to go. Wins every time.
[Camera : 8.27am, 12.25pm-12.36pm, iPhone6s, 1.53pm-1.55pm; 23 March 2018]