There was no breeze and the tide was lower so I ventured across with the trusty rubbish bag. I wore the more solid bushwalking shoes from yesteryear. The idea was that I might go further out into the seething grasses but even with these on it was dodgy. I could walk across the tops a bit more easily but with the lower tide I could get around to the sandyside for access. I got the usual stuff but also a dangerous perforated can, very sharp. The biggest item was one only sandal, in good condition. Otherwise lots of wrappers, rope and cigarette butts.
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| nasty can |
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| petrified egg ? |
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| Nasty Spiky Fishy |
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