What a beautiful day, just gorgeous. The sun, the breeze. I had to wear a t-shirt, like some old nana, when I went for my swim. "That's it gran, cover up the sun is mighty powerful."
Too much sun and swimming all week, I am beginning to feel the sting when the sun hits me. It is the curse of fabulous pale skin.
Still, the water was just perfect, once I got under.
There is something magical about a fresh country river. There is a certain tuning into the earth, a feeling that we are all one entity, ashes to ashes, of the earth. I always feel that. It is the silence, apart from the wind, apart from the splash of the water, apart from the call of a bird.
I've taken lots of photos, but I only have an iPad with me and it refuses to upload anything into blogger. Oh we'll.
It is the perfect temperature, for shorts and t-shirt... you know, up near Byron. I've worn one pair of shorts all week.
It is Tropical Fruits tonight, so we'll see how the temperature holds out, nudge wink.
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