
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

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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