Two days after TC Carlos the foreshore looks more than a little forlorn. Last week the park land looked delightfully rustic. Now it is definitely a bit mussed up …

To add to the ambience I could hear a plaintive squawking which came from a wet and bedraggled looking black cockatoo huddled high in the trees and continuously croaking out a cry of complaint (or so it seemed).

Clean up crews were extremely busy with the chainsaw whine buzzing  as they did an initial clearance along the path.

In contrast the evening high tide changed the low tide landscape as shown in the following pics. The sheer volume of water is astounding.

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