I didn’t get to sleep until after 2.30am and awake by 6. What is it. I should be tired from all the activity. I went for a walk by myself as Jane and Barb wanted to read and Al was pottering. I found myself on the ‘beach’ side of the jetty we visited yesterday, stumbling over totally encrusted barnacle covered rocks heading for the creek and huge boulder rocks beyond. Sitting atop the boulder and with no-one about except for 2 sea kayakers an hour or so later, I gazed out over the waters, which were at low tide, and thought about how artists, be they painters, sculptors, musicians, dancers or photographers or writers or poets, could not help but be inspired into action when in such a beautiful, peaceful environment. Canadian Geese slowly made their
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