Yup.  That’s the view from the homestead.  Maybe now you can understand why I say I LIVE and BREATHE here.  Seated on my bench towards the sea, purchased for next to nothing by a fellow up the road who milled the lumber, sawed and sanded same into comfortable form, complete with table between for the creature comforts of a “hot cuppa”, with nothing interrupting my view of the bay.  This evening glow was hardly captured by my camera as it was by my own two eyes.  And there’s something about seeing the water that still, with the freshness of the sea air filling your senses, and hearing the small splashes of happy fish as they ripple the water, coming up for the view themselves.  No small wonder.