We picked our parkup for the night because it’s ten minutes away from tomorrow’s destination. It didn’t register until we arrived that we were visiting the 4000-year-old Altar Wedge Tomb. Not only is this a great example of the type, but we had it all to ourselves. We found that odd because the car park was full — we grabbed the last remaining spot — so we wondered where all the people were. A short meander down the road (truth be told, I was looking for ripe berries) revealed a small, protected beach. So that’s where everyone went.
We were content to bask in the sunshine and explore our little corner of the universe as afternoon slipped into evening.
I never get tired of gazing at the place where the sea meets the sky.
The days are getting shorter. We have so much more to see.