The sly fox
June 17, 2011 | 
Author Camped the night at a local beach complete with driftwood and sea born litter. Made camp with with me putting up tent and Nick making pasta over the camp stove.Boat sheds some falling over and others in serious need of repair made the setting more interesting.A swim was had by all with a local dog looking out to sea and contemplating his life. For such a region of the world where the tide is not large the rip on the beach was as strong as any West Coast beach in NZ.Sunset fell with the sky turning a fierce red.Just on dusk a lone figure could be seen trotting down by the water.A magnificant picture was unfolding as a lone fox was seen warming himself up for his evening hunting.I could only admire his freedom that few of us ever achieve in our lives
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