Day 112

Just occasionally, you get to press the reset button.  When it’s a full moon (or nearly) and a clear sky (or nearly) my friend bakes sausages and jacket potatoes, packs them in a rucksack and invites us on a moonwalk.

This time, we were lagging behind and someone took the opportunity to leave us some delightfully silly messages in the sand on our way to our firelit supper.

On the way back, it was so bright we cast long moonshadows.