Hole in the Wall  

Arrival, well almost.... this was the welcoming view from the top of the road

Welcoming rainbow.... pot of gold under the sea View from our cottage with the tide mostly out Mom and Sue explore the beach

The hole in the wall view point and bay

An enormous stretch of beach at low tide. Our cottage is the lowest white blob, sort of centre left

Mom de-shoeing to cross the river. View from the other side - with one of the ever vigilante life guards..... up the steep hillside - I actually managed to crawl up. This time its stones for mom, the beach next to where we stayed Flowers in the rocks..... yellow daisies.
A walk to the hole    

Strange rock formations.


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