|This would have been her favorite walk along the beach. She would have been riding on the rear seat of the convertible and then we would have strolled along this beautiful part of Herring Cove Beach. But now she was sleeping inside the house and I left her behind. |
It was low tide when I got to the beach and large areas of seaweeds were exposed. The beach seemed so incredibly wide.
I climbed a rock which under a springtide often turns into a little rocky island.
It is strange how climbing a little elevation is changing the view.
A stiff warm westerly breeze made the pine trees above sing their sharply swishing melody.
The dark blue of the sea seemed to go on forever. 40 miles across the sea and one would land on the south-east coast of Nova Scotia.
Looking along Raccoon Beach, the cliffs are marked of erosion.
Storm waves have been licking along the cliff side taking away soil and making big trees topple over.
It is hard to find the right words for what I feel along this beach, but it is relaxation and a big calm and a great peace.