Oyster Easter

 

 

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
 

until the next time...