I love rocks. I can admire the grandeur of large scale features like this Natural Arch on the Headland Walk at Crowdy Bay National Park, but it’s the close-up details that attract me most.
That small group of rocks was closest to my camp. It is amazingly varied, as I’ll show you.
They are sharp and savage rocks, spelling shipwreck. But beyond the wild sea edge barrier there is smoothness and sensuality and small havens of seawater and life.
They remind me of certain Aboriginal paintings, with the subtle pink and ochre colours and the swirling and linking around central features.
Millions of barnacles, able to close their ‘mouths’ to avoid dehydration when exposed at low tide like this.
Fragile sea lettuce, sheltering with sea worms (Galeolaria, from schoolhood memory) in their self made ‘shell’casings and more barnacles
As I watch the gentle outflow of tide and the patterns itmakes in sand, I consider the far from gentle shaping of these rocks by the sea over eons. The power of water!
My next two camps are also rock-rich but far different…
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And you have plenty up in your mountains, Derek!
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