With a solid ground swell from the south-east it was apparent that a beach landing at Target Beach might be a little eventful. So we took a path between breaking bomboras and paddled around the corner to Silica Beach - which is well protected by a long reef.

Silica Beach.

Another extensive midden.

The last time that this abalone shell was touched by a human it was having the juices sucked out of it by an indigenous tribesperson standing upon a landscape where everything visible was derived from that landscape. There were no fibreglass kayaks beached on the shore, no steel battleships anchored in the bay and no fibro houses strung out along the distant shoreline.

From the landscape = of the landscape.

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