Wednesday 10 September 2014

Far Away From Indy Ref Chat, Picking Seaweed After A Perigee Moon

An amazing way to spend an afternoon. As I cycled past my neighbour I shouted that the beach was amazing... I'll go later was the response. Too late I thought.The tide waits for no man.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 

There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, 
Lord Byron

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