On a long Sunday afternoon walk in the June-light, a short stop by a stream then followed down to the estuary.
If I want a break from the computer screen, I can be here in minutes. Another world, on my doorstep, the perfect tonic.
With the cold Spring, the local fishermen have had to wait longer to go to sea this year. Now the fish are coming back, the boats are going out. Looking out from the kitchen window, it’s reassuring to see them mooring up again. The push and pull of the marine parking lot.