It was so good to walk the beach at low tide today.
It is Tassy and I's most sacred tradition, I think.
Daily low-tide walk (as long as it is daylight and a significant low tide (>.5)
And we've missed it while traveling.
So it felt great to reconnect to the sea again.
Walk along the cliffs, picking up shells.
Lots of history washed up the sand today.
Shells and bones...coral and stones.
We even brough home 2 bleached white bird skulls. Sandpipers, we think.
Oh, and lots of love and kisses.
