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The sea was back to its more traditional opal colour after several months of red tide. White horses danced as a stiff wind turned our sun shades into kites requiring additional ingenious methods to ensure they stayed attached to the ground.
As watches do not dictate the start of any meal, I called an eleven o'clock lunch leaving tent construction until the wind abated. Ian and Steve chewed strips
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The afternoon passed slowly as camping afternoons are supposed to pass. The fierce heat of the sun was held back by a heavy haze which later turned to cloud over the mountains behind. It began to get nippy requiring the commencement of fire activities and a little something to warm from the inside. Ahhh....
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