After just one week back, the humidity of the city has got me dreaming of cool mornings on the beach, watching Dan fish.
This little seagull made a go at his bait. He was unsuccessful. As was Dan. He didn't catch any fish that week but I know the quiet mornings on the empty beach started his days off on a good note. Mornings like this are good for the soul.
With my feet firmly planted in the sand, I was happy as a clam.