Beach prospects
With a good night of needed sleep behind us, we were ready to assault the beaches. Funny thing how much a short stretch of shore can vary from one year to the next.
This time around, the sand cover is full and rich, like a well-fed lawn. Alas for the seeker of sea glass, which has become the new gold of the tourist. Tales of a single piece of red (the rarest of the rare) on sale for $800 in a boutique (somewhere) is enough to excite a frenzy among those who have colour visions. We found a single piece of green, but the prospect of new jewels after the next windstorm are there to keep us looking at our toes.
The ocean casts out more than pretty pebbles. Further along, there were several large tree trunks, similar to utility poles. I don’t really want to be out in a small boat with obstacles like those coming on beam. Similarly, a tiny, perfect squid had one very young beachcomber ready to film a documentary. OK, that might have been me, but a squid in the raw doesn’t look much like a calamari in spicy dip.
The new cook shelter is somewhat more flexible than we had imagined (based on a full-colour photograph on the packaging). We were reminded that the willow and the oak each have their way of dealing with the mighty wind. Holding the roof up with my left shoulder while the right arm tried to pour boiling water into a coffee mug left me puzzled as to what the right approach might be.
