Living on a remote beach was not all dire environmental encounters. This, from my journal:
Morning, pre-tea, post-face splash, standing at the water’s edge. On the horizon a white misty cloud skimming with the wind along the surface of the water. Odd. Micro-cloud? Ghost ship? Stand puzzling.
Then to the left, sound and movement combine with an upward spray - pwhooosh! - and a second white misty cloud skims with the wind. Whales. Whales!
the days flowed through color and light