If you are contemplating walking here, take a large hat, sunblock and water - with our perfect unpolluted skies that sun can really burn, and there is little shade along the way.
Undaunted, I sauntered south into the wind.,
Unthwarted by thongs or thrifty tourists, I sallied through the shallows in the sand and shells and shingles.
The only souls around were the soles of my feet.
Twisted tossed trees trimmed the beach, stranded without soil or strength.
Eroded sandy cliffs remain after the scouring by the recent tides.
The sea eagle soars, searching for a single scrap of scaley seafood.
Small birds swiftly dart into the scrub on my approach.
Crabs speedily scamper for seclusion.
Shellfish draw delightful designs in the damp sand, only to have them washed away in the waves of the incoming tide. ©2010 WoJo12
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