Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Vee, Rhiannon, Mykala and Nat on the swing in Winstones Cove where I grew up Posted by Hello
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Anonymous said...

walking down the narrow track under the canopy of shade trees, we stopped and picked a precious couple of the faintly sweet tasting berries - that we called Wild strawberries. They were about the size of a little fingernail. Further down, there were some rounded stone steps, and a long abandoned remains of an empty concreted swimming pool..
Edging past that, we clambered down a couple more concrete steps onto the small sandy patch called a Bay. We could see the bigger children swinging on the rope from the tree, but instead just waded into the water, and sliding our feet along the smooth slippery sandstone base to the bay..

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