Sunday, 22 November 2009

On the beach, Morieux.

We walk from the little chapel on the headland, crunching on pearly shell fragments, until forced back by green seaweed. The wind and sunlight shock us as we turn around.


The romantic query letter and the happy-ever-after said...

Sound like perfection and a lovely Sunday.
You two have a great week.

Lucy said...

Thank you! It was indeed a perfect day, a lie-in, rain and wind in the morning suddenly clearing, a good chicken soup lunch, and Tom even more keen than I to get out to the beach. Sets you up for the week!

Thanks for stopping by.

Bee said...

Coincidentally, I read a picture book called Time of Wonder to one of my students today. It described these very same lovely things.