Some wanderings happened over toward Sidmouth.
Lots of people about, escalators of budding Ten Tors
victims I suspect, more like the Peaks on a rainy day.
I felt I should take a number and hit the chess timer
as we gathered at the bench gap to look down and east.
Much like the seats in the park overlooking
the Sagrada familia church in Barcelona,
where people really do
queue to take a seat for a few minutes abstract.
This trip down to Byrons bay was my first,
with a thankfully ephemeral view of Willoughby city as
part of the attraction, and to find the narrow coastal footpath
where the lemmings have barely the space to jump as Eel fodder.
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