Downward Dog

Maybe waves are sensual, but large waves are breathtakingly, shockingly beautiful.  Sensual is too subtle a word.  The ones this afternoon were femmes fatales.

3 nights are too short.   Another day and night would be welcome.  Like a three day weekend which should be mandatory in order for us to do an effective job and stop us all hating Sunday afternoons.  
No one can drop in to see us.  No one knows we're here, tucked behind a large 1920's house, built at a time when architects managed to combine the modern and the vernacular. No one cares if we read in bed for an indeterminate length of time, or empty large jars of Axoa into a saucepan instead of cooking.  No one knows you in the shops and you pass the rare couple on the beach like tiny paper boats in the night.
The waves were bigger this afternoon, reaching 4 metres as the tide fell.
We watched them until we got too cold and climbed the dune, leaving Bernie's incomprehensible craters in the sand.