Beach

We drove out to Regina Beach today. The art gallery there, which has expanded since we last saw it, has a show of photographs by Dennis Evans from within his straw bail house he built a few years ago on the edge of the valley. We arrived to collide with Daniel, Leesa's son, in the doorway. William and he played until they were beet red in the face; summer is here. We spent the next couple of hours on the beach and having some fish and chips on the steps of the Blue Bird Cafe.