Different day, same mystery woman

This morning, the woman I blipped yesterday was standing on the side of the road beside the odd collection of free items that I blipped two days ago. I said hello as I passed her, but she just looked at me and looked away, obviously not wanting to engage. On my way back to the car, she was sitting on a log on the beach. There's a story there. As G always says, I love to speculate, but I'm not sure what her story might be. I'm wondering if she's homeless and has all her possessions in those suitcases. 
It's heartbreaking and so disturbing to witness the events happening in the US.  Looking for beauty for a bit of a distraction, and I liked the arches of wild roses by the path above the harbour in the extra.