Lost at Sea

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out. ~Annie Dillard

Sunday, late afternoon, Father's Day and a walk on the beach. This was taken on the beach at Climping. I had not been there before. It was virtually deserted. Amazing how mystical the Sea can be when you have the time be alone with it.

Off in the distance was a sail boat that seemed to follow us as we walked, "Tacking to Littlehampton," Gary said. I don't actually even know what that means but I nodded knowingly as wives often do. The tide was in so we weren't actually able to walk on the beach, per se. We walked on the pebbles and winced at the strain on our ankles but,

it was lovely interlude in an otherwise busy day...