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Nothing like a friend of more than thirty years to coax me out at daybreak. I drive cautiously along the Potato Point road in the pre-dawn light to avoid macropods, and meet Sarah beside the lake, near the boatshed that used to be her home and is now an Airbnb rental. She’s waiting for me with her dog Penny (you can play “spot the dog” if you like) in an unexpected chill that requires jacket and scarf.
We walk across the grass to the squelchy sand interlaced with dried sea grass that runs along the side of the lake. Everything is encrusted with barnacles, pink in the early light. The water suddenly breaks windripple into splash, as a school of fish leap and fall. The rising sun blazes along the edge of the bank of cloud and sends elegant thin shadows across the sand. Soon the early light catches the trees and makes it clear why early morning is called the golden hour.
What beautiful light, Meg. I’m looking forward to learning more about the area around your home, as I only found your blog around the time you went to Warsaw for the year.
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I’m more than happy to share my turf! You have been so generous and eye-opening with yours. I need to get out early more often. The beach is always lovely, but the tide has to be low – I hate walking on soft sand.
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What an artistic post! I love this one, both for the beauty of your description and the beguiling photos. I thought you’d spotted a wolf or dingo and was worried for you. Glad it was just Penny 🙂 🙂 This one will go in my walks if ever I return to the real world. Sunday morning hugs, darlin! (I read somewhere- Gilly’s?- you have 9 in draft!!!) Lazy old me 🙂
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Enchanting, though the light looks more blue than golden to me and definitely chilly. I once had a Penny dog, my faithful companion from age 8 to 19 yrs. She very patiently listened to all my teenage angst 🙂
So where is this lake then in conjunction to PP?
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Surely gold on the trees! Coila’s near Tuross, a bit north, in off the highway. It was the venue for our fastest sailing adventure.
I’m glad to remind you of your Penny dog. Just the companion for those years: reliable and unjudging.
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That’s what I like about dogs. Picking up their poo is what I dislike…
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Thanks for the morning walk in your area. Loved the photos.
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Very beautiful, evocative… And love from person-Penny to dog-Penny!
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How could I have missed the Penny link – and the fact that Sarah’s Canadian!
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What, that too??
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