Beached

Just in time, we managed to beach the boat on the brimming high tide.

I made crayfish sandwiches while WonderA, now in full Canuck mode, rustled together coffee. We sat, watching Stanley’s Cockle Bight appear again as the waters receded, then later, staring at the seals basking on the distant spit...they stared back, squinting in the squally sunshine.

As the Man said, “Wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time...”