MY WORLD ~ A Little Adventure

Last week we had a 26 hour holiday. We drove down to Goolwa

on the coast where the Murray river flows into the sea.

The sign said the beach was open to drive to the mouth, so of

course we took the opportunity.

It is fun driving along the beach, watching the birds foraging

on the retreating tide.

The dunes on one side and the ocean on the other, no other cars,

we were in our element enjoying the day . . .

when the sand below our wheels got a bit soft and I noticed

that the tide had turned . . . oops

yep, we got securely bogged even before we turned back!

Now what do you do when you have made no provision for

driving on sand? You use emergency measures . . . working

against the incoming tide we took the mats out of our newly

cleaned car and used them under the wheels to get a grip.

Two rotations of mats under wheels, digging them out and

repeating the process, and we were heading back along the

beach holding to the allowed speed limit of 40km all the way

as the sea came tumbling in and the strip of beach narrowed

and got wetter.

The waves were starting to lap at the tyre tracks as we finally

made it back to the safety of the car park.

So much for trusting signs!

After all the excitement, we had deserved the best fish and

chips on the planet which we indulged ourselves with on the

riverbank with the golden glow from the setting sun.

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Intermezzo - Rain

It rains,

and rains,

and rains,

and rains,

the skies and earth turn grey

the leaden sea laps leaden shore
trees shake off showers of water

in swirling seas in mists unseen

on rock sits Neptune's daughter

She sits her golden tressea rinsing

in sheets of rain enfolded

her lilting song the rain clouds calls

'till sky and air and water too
in greyness melt unendeing.

In swirling waves her senses swoon

slip into gentle slumber

her dreams the tides make rise and fall

her joy the skies to clear

compassion ships to harbour brings

her anger storms to quicken . . .

for now, she sleeps

and dreams of rain

rain sheeting, dripping, dripping . . .