outdoors, travel

St Marc sur Mer

It’s been a long day of travelling – by plane, train and bus – with various, though fairly untroubling, delays.
I finally arrived here at Camping l’Eve just before nightfall. By the time i’d put up my tent it was almost dark. I walked down to the beach in the last of the daylight surrounded by the songs of the cicadas. Taking off my sandals i cooled my hot feet in the sand. By the light of the almost-full moon i walked towards the surf and stood listening to the gentle crash and roll of the waves.

The warm, sweet scented air, the moonlit water, the tiny clouds magicaly glowing in the last rays of the sun. This evening has been worth the journey all by itself.

Now to sleep – and my silky sleeping bag

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