Scotsman Robin's an old friend of the Kulas since 1971. Today he works for Adobe Systems in San Jose, California.
The birds aren’t coughing this morning – no chirps. Why? The sun is out.
Ruth and I cater to our caffeine addiction and head down to Café Spirit (immediately below the apartment – the one that had a very traumatic opening day) while the others go for a walk. We meet up with the others at the breakwater.
Together we enjoy the surfers, fishermen and boats. Lunch is followed by a power nap. Rex goes off to bowl, Anne curls up with a book, the Armstrongs and we drive to China Beach. China beach used to be an aerial bombing range and rumours and reports of unexploded ordinance persist.
We walk and talk, try to go around a headland but the tide beats us. While rock jumping I go base over apex on some slimy seaweed and begin sliding into a rock pool. Bloody seaweed.
The pub provides “counter” dinner for all of us. I down a tagliatelle marinara. More animated discussion and raucous laughter. The end of a relaxing, unplanned day.
Asleep by 10.30
Evans Head - Ruth, Anne, Marion, Noel, Rex and Tony
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