We walk out through the front gate, turn left and go to the beach.
And this is the campground viewed from the beach:
The campground is gated but we are free to come and go and the public beach is right next door.
It’s beautiful and empty.
When he wants to go home he goes home. When he wants to go for a walk he yammers at me and won’t take no for an answer. So we go.
Eight days ago we were getting towed. No radiator yet. Sunshine. John Le Carré. Rusty walk. Here we are for now.
