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Sand Sculptures

After breakfast. We made our way back to the Gold Coast to view the sand sculptures. Clive let us off. Not many places for buses to park. With walkers. And walking sticks. Slowly. We made our way along the broad walk to look at the completed works. And the ones which the artists were working on. The work was under cover of a tent to protect them from the elements. And destruction of any kind.

Here are the photos I took while on the walk. Scenery. And sculptures.

The blue building is called Skypoint. We went to it in the afternoon. It is 77 floors up. Then. If you have the nerve after the jet ride to the viewing area. You can don a special suit with a harness to then step from the building to walk about 289 steps up to the spire. Sorry. Not my piece of cake. I was able to look at the horizon. But not. DOWN. Didn't want to lose my lovely lunch.

                                                                        Skypoint

The rest are of the Gold Coast.







































Have to stop for now. I have to go out. A 93 year old friend is waiting to be collected on my way to play hoy. The morning has flown past while I have been doing photos, and typing up work I did while watching a police story on TV. Since I am changing tact with my writing, I need to watch some different genre. I prefer to do so on the web because there isn't any adds. I can really concentrate on how to put things together.

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