And spent on another childhood haunt, Silver Strand.
And then, as the sun set tonight, thunder rolled in and lightening lit up the skies, and the heavy fug of evening became ever more dense and oppressive until the heavens opened and it all was swept away in a downpour that was short and sharp and sweet.
Sitting in the quiet house now the air feels lighter. The sea more quiet. And the birds are still singing their midnight serenade. Time for cool sheets and sleep methinks.