The silty silky feel of the riverbed oozing between my toes is still vivid, the stones and pebbles sharp and slick, the bracing cold of the current rushing against you, even the occasional bump of a swimming fish. 266 more words
This overnight camp and coastal walk represented unfinished business for Tresh and I.
On a clear day in July last year he and I had walked the coastline from Kings Head (near Victor Harbour). 530 more words