Some days I feel like being alone, and the best place for that is the beach. There's nothing like hearing the waves hit the shore as you walk along with the sand under your feet and the salty air blowing through your hair.
One of my favourite things about Auckland is the beaches and now that I'm in Melbourne I have the pleasure of exploring it's beaches. So far I haven't been wowed by what I've found, but I have been pleasantly surprised, and it was definitely the case when I took the train to Sandringham this weekend.
The beach itself looked really similar to Hampton, there wasn't anything that stood out or caught my eye. That is, until I walked around the corner and found this:
Once I'd taken some photos I kept walking, chuffed with my little discovery. But when I got to the next point, at the other end of that section of the beach, I climbed up to find even more of the rich yellow/brown rock formations that look like they should be in a dessert somewhere.
On the walk back to the train when I was done, I came across a briefcase of poetry! I was really random, it was a really dry old thing, chained to a park bench and inside was a whole bunch of poetry that people had written and left in there. The "Poetry Pouch 3.0" wasn't really filled with modern works of genius, but there were some funny bits in there and it's such a cool idea.
Would you leave something in the Poetry Pouch?