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AT THE very top of the South Island is Farewell Spit. Just a couple of kilometres to the south is the northernmost beach of the rugged West Coast. Buffeting north west winds blow the grey sands carried by the Antarctic Currents from further down the coast to be deposited in thick layers. Some spinifex grasses do grow in this otherwise desolate greyness. Large hills in the distance poke out into the sea providing the beach with relative shelter. Just offshore are a couple of limestone islands mostly eroded away but still standing. The windswept sand leaves patterns of ridges and gullies around the small pieces of driftwood and stone that occasions this beach. Swirling patterns of dry sand appear from where the sand blasting has blown away some of the wet sand moistened by the overnight rain last night. Blogs from today: |
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