On the coastal path ….

An evening stroll along the wide open beach…….Many black dots bobbing in the ocean, are they seals or surfers ? Surfers it seems….

I say hello to the couple with the bouncy wild dog.

I say hello to the Mum with the over tired toddler.

And I remember a chat with the man on the coastal path walk, that flowed into lunch in my favourite Bude café. He is not my future divine lover. He is not my future rapist.

He is my brother. He is a man with time to share along the coastal path……

Widemouth Bay, Cornwall.

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