On looking out through the sliding glass Balcony doors the scene before me appeared to be up there with recent standards of presentation. However once I had stepped out onto the Balcony proper, it was then that I noticed an 'extra' that had not been included in recent morning viewings.
Yes, a gentle curtain of mist was falling, being driven along by an offshore breeze that was coming from behind the Hinterland and heading out to sea. The mist was as fine as any lace and I could not even feel it enveloping my body with its web of covering, save for the jew like droplets that clung to the hairs of my arms and legs and glistened in the rays of the risen sun as I moved around out in the open.
Above the distant horizon line whitish grey puff clouds were again present, but not in the same numbers as yesterday. This meant that the opposition that they voiced against the arrival of the sun was quite muted and non enthusiastic in drive and endeavour. The sun therefore, spent little effort in rising past the slim voice of dissent to its presence.
The sea below, which today has the current colour of surface dam water, is just lazily sending shoreward undulating ripples of waves in the same way as a caterpillars undulation appears as it moves along a branch in search of a fresh new leaf to devour. It is only some ten metres from the golden welcoming sands of the beach that the waves finally break out of hiding and with a covering of foam make their final lunge towards their destiny.
At the Point, only a handful of surfers are present. These must be either very keen or not in the know as to the early morning surfing report. The same can also be said for activity along the Esplanade pathways. It is also very low in numbers when it comes to human interaction. However, the daily flyby by the numerous species of bird life that call the picnic strip trees home was truly alive and well.
Yes, another great opener to another fantastic day!!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
View from the Balcony 28/03/2010
A cool breeze heading seaward greeted me as I stepped out onto the also cool Balcony tiles.
The potted plants were enjoying participating with the tooing and frowing of their leaves as the breeze seemed to strike a happy chord with them. It was almost like watching the audience of a rock concert, minus the lighters.
In the distance, out above the horizon line, a gathering of grey clouds were determined to make the appearance of the sun difficult to witness. It had all the appearances of a conspiracy. The sea, on the other hand was quite docile in acceptance of any goings on, and was calmly sending small undulating, late breaking waves to the shore.
As the sun commenced to enforce its presence, the edges of the clouds began to take on a soft pink glow, which then changed into shades of reds and yellows, as the sun further applied heat to its intention of being the star of the scene.
In the end it was all too much and the clouds yielded to the intensity of the encounter, and began to reluctantly retreat, leaving an albeit rocky pathway for the golden yellow sun to climb.
As far as human involvement goes, both the Point and the Esplanade were light on the enjoyment of company. It was almost a 'go it alone' day. However this will change in a few hours time as the coast will come alive in the way that ants leave a nest once it has been disturbed.
At the rear, the Hinterland is also coming alive, as only shreds of overnight mist remain in the valleys. The hills are looking resplendent in their 72 derwent pack of colours of greens. Ever so subtle, but ever so noticeable, much like the recent pastel drawing that Neroli had on her Facebook post the other day.
Now for some coffee!!
The potted plants were enjoying participating with the tooing and frowing of their leaves as the breeze seemed to strike a happy chord with them. It was almost like watching the audience of a rock concert, minus the lighters.
In the distance, out above the horizon line, a gathering of grey clouds were determined to make the appearance of the sun difficult to witness. It had all the appearances of a conspiracy. The sea, on the other hand was quite docile in acceptance of any goings on, and was calmly sending small undulating, late breaking waves to the shore.
As the sun commenced to enforce its presence, the edges of the clouds began to take on a soft pink glow, which then changed into shades of reds and yellows, as the sun further applied heat to its intention of being the star of the scene.
In the end it was all too much and the clouds yielded to the intensity of the encounter, and began to reluctantly retreat, leaving an albeit rocky pathway for the golden yellow sun to climb.
As far as human involvement goes, both the Point and the Esplanade were light on the enjoyment of company. It was almost a 'go it alone' day. However this will change in a few hours time as the coast will come alive in the way that ants leave a nest once it has been disturbed.
At the rear, the Hinterland is also coming alive, as only shreds of overnight mist remain in the valleys. The hills are looking resplendent in their 72 derwent pack of colours of greens. Ever so subtle, but ever so noticeable, much like the recent pastel drawing that Neroli had on her Facebook post the other day.
Now for some coffee!!
What goes around comes around
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe;he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
Well,all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack,skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through.. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home.. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be.Then she noticed something written on the napkin
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have
been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well,there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve,but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Every thing's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'
There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.' (Obadiah 15; Gal. 6:7)
Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe;he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
Well,all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack,skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through.. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home.. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be.Then she noticed something written on the napkin
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have
been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well,there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve,but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Every thing's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'
There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.' (Obadiah 15; Gal. 6:7)
Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Blood Clots/ Stroke - Your tongue is the 4th indicator
INFORMATION EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW........
Blood Clots/Stroke - They Now Have a Fourth Indicator, the Tongue
I will continue to forward this every time it comes around!
STROKE:Remember the 1st Three Letters....S.T.R.
My nurse friend sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word.
I agree.
If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks.
Seriously..
Please read:
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:
During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) ..she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening
Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die. they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.
It only takes a minute to read this...
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Thank God for the sense to remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and Learn!
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
S *Ask the individual to SMILE.
T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e. It is sunny out today.)
R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS..
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediatelyand describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue
NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue.. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other, that is also an indication of a stroke.
A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.
I have done my part. Will you?
Blood Clots/Stroke - They Now Have a Fourth Indicator, the Tongue
I will continue to forward this every time it comes around!
STROKE:Remember the 1st Three Letters....S.T.R.
My nurse friend sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word.
I agree.
If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks.
Seriously..
Please read:
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:
During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) ..she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening
Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die. they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.
It only takes a minute to read this...
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Thank God for the sense to remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and Learn!
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
S *Ask the individual to SMILE.
T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e. It is sunny out today.)
R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS..
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediatelyand describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue
NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue.. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other, that is also an indication of a stroke.
A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.
I have done my part. Will you?
Committee Nominee Profile Form
Here are my responses to the form.
Committee Nominee's Full Name : Graeme Edward Brattle
Committee Nominee's Lot Number and Unit Number : Unit 2403 CTS 35038
Nominee's Qualifications : Employment history. 28 years with the Commonwealth Bank of Australia, 5 years with Access Property Finance in the area of finance brokering for home and personal loans, 5 years with the Victorian Police Credit Co Op in a Call centre environment doing personal and home loans and lastly 3.5 years with the Child Support Agency again in a Call Centre environment case managing financial/care/collection activity. Currently, working on own business www.wherethereisawill.com.au.
Relevant Experience: currently I serve on the following Committees:
. Neptune Resort, Broadbeech , committee member,
. Grande Florida Resort, Miami, committee member,
. The Mediterranean Resort, Miami, committee member
. Committee member, mens ministry, Gold Coast Christian Family Church (GCCF)
Past Chairperson and committee member of the Big 4 Whiters Holiday Village at Lakes Entrance in Victoria. Resigned as Chairperson with the move to live on the Gold Coast.
How Nominees wish to best contribute to the Body Corporate :
The successful running of a Complex the size of The Mediterranean does not just happen. Dedication, hard work and commitment need to abound in the areas of both Management and the provision of service to both owners and guests alike.
Like spokes on a wheel, the tension between each of the parts needs to be uniform, directed toward the common good of all, if the wheel is to preform as it was designed to do.
In the same way, there needs to be harmony between your appointed Committee and the Sands Group as Manager.
I also want to see the company that you will appoint as owners to assist the Committee in wisely managing your financial investment, to be one that you believe is above reproach in the preforming of their duties.
I believe that it is then, with open, honest and transparent resolve that we will then be able to rightly have The Mediterranean Resort firmly positioned as a premium Resort along the Southern precinct of the Gold Coast.
I want to be part of this action, and with your support, I believe that I can contribute in a meaningful way to make this happen.
Declaration of any 'Conflict of interest' with a Body Corporate service contractor:
In response to this question I direct your attention to the response that I gave to the Body Corporate Committee members on the 11/09/09, as circulated in my letter to owners dated 18/11/09. Extract of my response follows - To the question of if I had any affiliation, interest or other dealings with The Mediterranean Management, The Sands Group or any other party associated with those entities, I replied as follows ' Yes I did, in that I had offered participation in my business as a 'cost free' exercise to both the Belchers and their staff, which was nothing more and nothing less than what I had offered to the very committee members who were sitting in front of me'.
I do not see that relationship as being one that would impede or impose on any sound judgement on my part in relation to The Mediterranean Complex.
Graeme Brattle
0427 523 119
Committee Nominee's Full Name : Graeme Edward Brattle
Committee Nominee's Lot Number and Unit Number : Unit 2403 CTS 35038
Nominee's Qualifications : Employment history. 28 years with the Commonwealth Bank of Australia, 5 years with Access Property Finance in the area of finance brokering for home and personal loans, 5 years with the Victorian Police Credit Co Op in a Call centre environment doing personal and home loans and lastly 3.5 years with the Child Support Agency again in a Call Centre environment case managing financial/care/collection activity. Currently, working on own business www.wherethereisawill.com.au.
Relevant Experience: currently I serve on the following Committees:
. Neptune Resort, Broadbeech , committee member,
. Grande Florida Resort, Miami, committee member,
. The Mediterranean Resort, Miami, committee member
. Committee member, mens ministry, Gold Coast Christian Family Church (GCCF)
Past Chairperson and committee member of the Big 4 Whiters Holiday Village at Lakes Entrance in Victoria. Resigned as Chairperson with the move to live on the Gold Coast.
How Nominees wish to best contribute to the Body Corporate :
The successful running of a Complex the size of The Mediterranean does not just happen. Dedication, hard work and commitment need to abound in the areas of both Management and the provision of service to both owners and guests alike.
Like spokes on a wheel, the tension between each of the parts needs to be uniform, directed toward the common good of all, if the wheel is to preform as it was designed to do.
In the same way, there needs to be harmony between your appointed Committee and the Sands Group as Manager.
I also want to see the company that you will appoint as owners to assist the Committee in wisely managing your financial investment, to be one that you believe is above reproach in the preforming of their duties.
I believe that it is then, with open, honest and transparent resolve that we will then be able to rightly have The Mediterranean Resort firmly positioned as a premium Resort along the Southern precinct of the Gold Coast.
I want to be part of this action, and with your support, I believe that I can contribute in a meaningful way to make this happen.
Declaration of any 'Conflict of interest' with a Body Corporate service contractor:
In response to this question I direct your attention to the response that I gave to the Body Corporate Committee members on the 11/09/09, as circulated in my letter to owners dated 18/11/09. Extract of my response follows - To the question of if I had any affiliation, interest or other dealings with The Mediterranean Management, The Sands Group or any other party associated with those entities, I replied as follows ' Yes I did, in that I had offered participation in my business as a 'cost free' exercise to both the Belchers and their staff, which was nothing more and nothing less than what I had offered to the very committee members who were sitting in front of me'.
I do not see that relationship as being one that would impede or impose on any sound judgement on my part in relation to The Mediterranean Complex.
Graeme Brattle
0427 523 119
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Myth or real?
The following came from young Kathleen:
Subject: Myth or for Real?
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe...for now...
Subject: Myth or for Real?
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe...for now...
View from the Balcony 25/03/2010
Moving though the Lounge area towards the partially opened glass sliding doors that do a great job of separating me from the insects, there was something different. I could not put anything to it until I pulled the glass doors wide open, then it hit me — the sound of the sea appeared to be louder than usual.
I looked out over the water, but no, everything appeared to be in the right place, sky on top and sea below. Oh well, I will put it down to just being one of those little mysteries of life.
Looking at the horizon line, once again yet another bank of light grey cloud has decided to call it home for the present. The
bluey grey sea emerging from below is relatively smooth, but slightly more undulating than yesterday, again with waves only breaking at the last moment before they hit the shoreline, and then excitedly run up the golden sands of the beach only to quickly embrace before then departing from sight.
The sun briefly made an appearance, like a filling in a sandwich, before it was hidden by the pesky clouds. But give it another two hours and we will see the sun again as these clouds will have moved on by then, and it will just be the blue sky and the sun as the centrepiece.
At the Point only a handful of surfers are out on their boards, bobbing up and down like corks in water, going nowhere. Along the Esplanade early outdoor enthusiasts are strutting their stuff forward and back along the well presented pathway system. The lawn picnic area is free of any 'get fit' classes today — must be a time out day. On the other hand the roadway is playing host to a large pack of brightly coloured lycra outfits, all neatly lined up in rows. I felt like shouting out, 'Roll on bro,' but decorum put an end to that thought.
Looking at the rear, the Hinterland has emerged from its overnight covering of mist and is flexing it's covering of greenery ready for being on display for all to admire throughout the day. Yes, another great day has arrived
!
I looked out over the water, but no, everything appeared to be in the right place, sky on top and sea below. Oh well, I will put it down to just being one of those little mysteries of life.
Looking at the horizon line, once again yet another bank of light grey cloud has decided to call it home for the present. The
bluey grey sea emerging from below is relatively smooth, but slightly more undulating than yesterday, again with waves only breaking at the last moment before they hit the shoreline, and then excitedly run up the golden sands of the beach only to quickly embrace before then departing from sight.
The sun briefly made an appearance, like a filling in a sandwich, before it was hidden by the pesky clouds. But give it another two hours and we will see the sun again as these clouds will have moved on by then, and it will just be the blue sky and the sun as the centrepiece.
At the Point only a handful of surfers are out on their boards, bobbing up and down like corks in water, going nowhere. Along the Esplanade early outdoor enthusiasts are strutting their stuff forward and back along the well presented pathway system. The lawn picnic area is free of any 'get fit' classes today — must be a time out day. On the other hand the roadway is playing host to a large pack of brightly coloured lycra outfits, all neatly lined up in rows. I felt like shouting out, 'Roll on bro,' but decorum put an end to that thought.
Looking at the rear, the Hinterland has emerged from its overnight covering of mist and is flexing it's covering of greenery ready for being on display for all to admire throughout the day. Yes, another great day has arrived
!
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