One of the great things about being a dog owner (or is that being owned by a dog?) is the enforced exercise, though, honestly, do you need an excuse to walk along the shore here? I was brought up fairly close to the sea, and whenever I’ve been away from it I’ve missed it – a lot. Most days I thank the universe that I have this at the end of my street, makes up for a lot!
It had been a fine day for wind and kite surfers, but as dusk began to fall and the tide came in the waves were becoming gentler and this driftwood tossed up on the rock pools was caught in the sun’s final rays.
At sunset the colors of the island skies aren’t confined to the west. As if the spectacle is just too intense to contain in one place, the hues bleed along the horizon. This, looking almost east, through junipers which frame the walkway to the beach. The windsurfer just happened to speed past as I clicked!
Turning the corner of the harbor wall to face west, there is a huge stone with a hefty iron cleet on top. Whether this was part of the original fishing village or a piece of art I can’t honestly say.