Ten musketeers set off from Brunswick Heads surf club to be serenaded by a nymphet just near the National Park! With the magic caste we had perfect weather and company tramping the dunes, flying wondrous dancing kites, watching from the sea walls and bathing in the ocean. Busy for a Friday but we had enjoyed spectacular views, wildflowers, birdlife and topless surfers, men that is.
All nicely completed with an ice cream by the river with drummers and a giggle. Who could ask for more!
I want to skite about flying my kite
as the string unwound it gained height
it’s bright colours a wondrous sight
stark against the sky as it took flight
to share may be trite
yet I felt compelled to write
that no other fun I can cite
compares to the joy of flying a kite!