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  • None of us had been there before, but I'd fallen in love with the location after seeing it in a short locally-made film and wanted to see it for myself.

    We clambered up on to the highest roof of the old gun bunkers and spread out a picnic.

    It was a VIP view; watching the planes on their approach over Cook Straight, coming in to land at the airport below us as the sun painted the sky on it's descent towards the horizon.

    We sat.
    We watched.
    We talked.
    We laughed.
    We ate.
    She sang.

    It was an evening I'll always remember.
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