Beach walks turn into beachcombing. It's a natural progression. Stopping for a look at what the tide has just washed in feels like the right thing to do. I've seen many beach walkers who are there for the exercise; who hit their stride and keep walking no matter what treasures lie half-hidden in the sand. I'm not one of those beach walkers. I've got to investigate that lost glove or crab shell or bit of sea-etched glass, and probably take time for a picture. I don't know how this three-legged table for splitting fish found its way to Daniel's Head Beach on Cape Sable Island, but I'm glad it did.
No comments:
Post a Comment