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Mozambique

 

 

 

Tax exiles on the run 

 

 

The sea. It's wonderful, especially in the tropics where a dip is bliss..

If I'm alone, it can make me pensive, walking along the shore line, the waves breaking as they have for eternity. And I think of my parents, grandparents, etc all gone, and how these waves will continue to turn, crash on the beach and retreat, on and on, the endless cycle sweeping our lives into the sea to be forgotten.

And then my two year and a half old grandson sees the sea at Chantaburi for the first time. He can't contain his excitement, running into the waves.

I have to hold onto him to stop him being swept away, lifting him up to avoid the stronger waves engulfing him.He loves it, trying to smash the waves with his hand, karate style. Me against the waves, he's saying, but he doesn't know their strength.

His five year old sister joins him in the waves, laughing as she splashes around. 

Later we build sandcastles, follow sand crabs. There's nothing more wonderful than the sea and a beach for a child when it's a treat.

 

https://youtu.be/5Hhp2ca9WSc

 

Bliss 

 

 

When You Walk In The Room

 

 

No Milk Today

 

Happy Together

 

Vincent ( Starry, Starry Night)

 

Catch The Wind

 

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

 

I Remember landscape like that but it has all changed along with everything else.

 

 

Watching The River Flow

 

 

 

 

 

I just to love running against the wind,the bigger the storm the more i enjoyed it.

I hated a strong side wind though ,i rather faced it head on.