Packing up to leave our holiday weekend hosts I put down a bag and noticed Pierre’s gardening implements relaxing on the floor near the garden door. Well used tools and gloves with the smell of damp soil hovering above the gentle pile. Gardening in the city is a wonderful thing; small scale and every inch rewarding/
I walked up the road from the little monopoly house until the sand was beneath my feet. Coming over the hill revealed a surreal view of the baby dune grass plantings that went as far as the eye can see. The replenished dunes have been made taller to protect the shore houses. It’s a strange looking sight. So interventionist, so unnatural.
An interesting change to the beach below reminded me of the island when I was a kid. The slope was gentle so was the surf. At low tide one could walk out and interact with numerous tide pools. Looking forward to my next trip to see how the grass grows.