The beach was fine, but the sea was too wavy for swimming.
The rock had messages.
Starfish, which I have never seen in the wild before, abounded.
The cliffs were dramatic.
The sea was Pacific in parts.
I found a shrine nestled in the rock, to a father presumably lost at this site. A fag and a VB left as poignant offerings.
Heading back to Canberra for a day with childrens, Sunday morning 7am ish coming up to Braidwood, the sun came up through the mist. 
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