It was an Easter of oyster hues. Like resting in a shell rocked and nourished by a gentle sea.
The Gang of Four stayed at Coffin Bay on Eyre Peninsular in a strange but adequate 4 bed-roomed house. There was gentle rain and beautiful walks.
On Easter Monday we drove to Port Lincoln:
where some were inspired to txt
and others cursed closed shops.
Sadly we had to drive home on the Tuesday, saying a last goodbye to Coffins