Friday, 8 August 2008

Morro Rock

Did we get lost and end up in Rio.
Not quite. Over my right shoulder which is perversely on the left when you view it, is a work in progress in many respects. Having had the good fortune to be blessed with such an impressive natural landmark visible to the naked eye from 20 miles up and down the coast, (and an obvious attraction to hundreds of thousands of tourists a year) there was a period of frantic activity (that Bob Leakey would have fought with ferocity to the exclusion of all else) when some well meaning people decide to treat it like the Skipton Anticline and turn it in to Ashphalt (roadstone) Some local spoilsports objected to this and therefore do not have the benefit of a big hole in the ground (where this obvious eyesore still stands) in which to bury their rubbish like Skipton does.
Meanwhile the seabirds are 'relieved' (sorry) to be able to continue with what they see as being one of the last real challenges in the modern world.
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