A walk after the storm
A walk on the beach right after the storm. Lots of logs scattered all around, for miles. And sanderlings running all over the place.
A walk on the beach right after the storm. Lots of logs scattered all around, for miles. And sanderlings running all over the place.
I took a walk on the beach last weekend. I never frequent Lido Adriano. It is much better than I expected, especially out of season.
I went for a walk in the local pinewood the other day. It’s one of my favorite places, especially the least frequented parts, where one can walk for hours (and risk getting lost) without meeting anyone. I cut it shorter this time as it started to drip rain, and I had nothing with me.
In a brigh Sunday morning, we went on a lonely beach walk Our third kid turned eighteen yesterday; she’s an adult now, and we’re left with no teenagers in our family. She is on a celebrative short trip to Barcelona so we are alone at home, for the first time. It’s only temporary, but it’ll become the norm in just over a year when she leaves for University. What a strange feeling; the nest is going to be empty soon....