ALMOST BACK TO NORMAL

Of course, “normal” may be interpreted in several ways…but for my purposes, let’s just say that I am now able to see a blean* at the end of the tunnel.

I tend to be one of those people who, when they see their plate has room for more, pile on more. Sometimes lots more. I’m not talking about the avoirdupois gluttony.No,no,no! The tendency to think I can tackle more than I can in the time I have available.That sort of more. And before I know it, my faint blean has become a ruddy bonfire, the sort that alerted towns miles along the coast that the enemy was in sight.

So, I’m relying on images to fill the space!

Yesterday morning,The Man suggested a walk down to the beach.So I put the little camera in my pocket…

A Cairo vine.I think it’s  pretty, but it’s a frightful pest when it gets away!Here, it’s slugging it out with native mangroves along a drain.

link http://keyserver.lucidcentral.org/weeds/data/media/Html/ipomoea_cairica.htm

This is Sunset Beach, looking north to  Bucasia. Technically, when the tide is out, you could get across the inlet to Bucasia Beach. A crocodile might fancy you as a snack though…

These caught my eye.They look a little like cashews. But they aren’t.And I still don’t know what they are! Gnomes’ hats, maybe…

Pyrostegia venusta . I’m guessing that, unless people prune it, next year that fence will be entirely draped in glowing orange flowers.

 

Calliandra Not sure which, but probably C. haematocephala.

When they say “beachfront living” this must be what they mean.Nice, innit?

There is a local Embroidery Guild chapter whose members are very active. Here, we see a representation of a running dog, worked in tiny French Knots. No? How about a representation of a running dog, by Mick Tyris?

 

“Here be pirates!” Well, a pirate’s hat.

I’ll leave you with the local Surf Life Savers’ clubhouse. If you squint through the trees you can see the Pub With the Million Dollar View, my local watering hole, high on the cliff behind the clubhouse.

Not a bad Sunday morning saunter. Mind you, the smell of sizzling bacon wafting from several places almost undid my resolve!

 

 

*  those of you who have read Liff will know.