I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Ocean's voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, "Foot-prints on the Sea-shore"
It was like a sanctuary, a haven, a place where few visited. Those who did come viewed the beautiful sights and left quickly. Others didn't linger like we did.
We clambered over limestone rocks finding caves, watching seagulls.
We sat and we dug, we dug and dug and ran down to the water's edge to fill pails of water.