If only every morning could start with a walk on the beach. And I must admit it was a well deserved walk on the beach because the night before we had the great cicada battle. We managed to let a couple dozen into our quaint beach house and spent an hour hunting them down one-by-one and smashing them with the New Zealand equivalent of People magazine. We prevailed and were able to go to bed sans bugs. We did a lot of driving today starting by heading north to 90-mile beach. It was a nice sunny day and we had a good view of the long sandy stretch of beach. Being Sunday and driving through very small towns, there was not a lot of action or selection of eateries but we did find a cute cafe. Guess what is was called? No dear readers, it was not the Waterfront Cafe. It was the Waterline Cafe. I had a BLAT (bacon. lettuce, avocado and tomato) sandwich. As you can see from the photo, they don't mess around with their bacon. ...