The locksmith cometh, the lock is fixed. Now wasn’t that fun.
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Saturday in Lorne・ 1 mins
Saturday morning at Lorne, the standard ritual: Toast, coffee, and the newspaper, followed by a walk down the hill then around the beach to the pier. The tide is the lowest I can remember, and we could walk out under the pier, something neither Jo nor I could remember ever being able to do. A striking view out from under the concrete piles towards the bay... [cont.]