A short testimonial to the joy of being able to pop onto the beach, day or night, high or low tide, all weathers, with the exception of the strong Westerly, to run run run. Hence i describe her at her best "MOODY" Porangahau -Te Paerahi Beach As the dawn rises, the sky turning red, reflecting on the water, often breathtaking, Or running along the soft sand into the fog or an incoming storm. It calls up another presence and sets the tone for a remembrance or chat with those departed. Jessie and I cruising up the hard pack on the tidal edge, light shimmering on the water , the river mouth beckoning in the distance. Running barefoot in the vast, shallow, tidal backwash where all is reflected light, ethereal, moving in one's destiny. Soft sand shuffling
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