My son took me to the coast (perfectly named Shelter Cove), because he knows me pretty well. Here are some shots of a place wild and beautiful. A different kind of ocean balm, a different place than home, but the sameness of the sea in all of its powers.
Seals on the rocks
Picnic table and matching gull
An oyster grill instead of a pig roasting pit
Mama had just hopped over the fence
Black Sand beach (more like rocks, and beautiful)
The path to the beach is outside the photo to the left...with Nesta on top
cliff edge and steep and well worth it
Birds flocking in along with the fishermen
How the fishing boats get hauled out every day
It's hard to think 'rest in peace' about Edwin, my head too full of seeing him in active mode. But who knows? Maybe there are amazing horses where he is now... I hope so.