The sea salted air blue coloured dream fills the bay just over the field where the cows and calves play. Seagull song and beats of wings pushing gentle against the pastel sky swoop and soar effortlessly with fighter jet skill.The Sun creeps slow from 2am a day begins where night hardly falls getting shorter by the day. We ride the light clear and crisp salted dream time creatures all a oneness sewn up together in a quilted life.