Arriving.
Barefoot, like thousands before us.
A symphony of seal song over the sands.
After church, then, a priestly blessing, of both homecoming and sending out.
A day marooned, a lazy, easy day, until tide falls again and we walk off, again barefoot, towards tomorrow's homeward journey.
Where next? What next?
I'm listening, looking. Ready.
Yes.
6 miles