Chatting with my Dad

… had a nice long chat yesterday …

… about coastal erosion …

… it’s getting really bad along here …

… picnics on the beach near the white rock …

… and disappearing paths …

… and drinking from the “iron” stream …
my mother insisted

… and lovely views obscured by signs …

… and yes I know it’s a robin …

… but my dad always comes back to me as a robin …

~ by marysia on 5 November 2013.