This is the beach at Scealey Bay. From our verandah the beach circled in a white arc in front of us, and there was no sign of any entrance into the bay. I never reached the end of the beach, although I would determinedly try to walk a little bit further each day. Little waders, that spend about four months here before heading off back to Siberia. As you walk along the beach they scatter before you. I thought they would be picking the sand dry, but certain parts of the beach, if you dig up the sand, it is just cram packed with shells. There's no shortage of food for the waders, who lay their eggs in the shallows in the sand and are a miracle of survival. There wasn't much to celebrate difference, to ever be accepted. A flag flew from one of the houses at the back, though everyone pretended not to know what the flag meant. It meant, I guess, that this was the hippy, or alternative element, here in the middle of nowhere.
White Out
White Out
White Out
This is the beach at Scealey Bay. From our verandah the beach circled in a white arc in front of us, and there was no sign of any entrance into the bay. I never reached the end of the beach, although I would determinedly try to walk a little bit further each day. Little waders, that spend about four months here before heading off back to Siberia. As you walk along the beach they scatter before you. I thought they would be picking the sand dry, but certain parts of the beach, if you dig up the sand, it is just cram packed with shells. There's no shortage of food for the waders, who lay their eggs in the shallows in the sand and are a miracle of survival. There wasn't much to celebrate difference, to ever be accepted. A flag flew from one of the houses at the back, though everyone pretended not to know what the flag meant. It meant, I guess, that this was the hippy, or alternative element, here in the middle of nowhere.