Carey and I walked from the church to the Atlantic side of the peninsula. It was a gorgeous evening. Sunset is always beautiful with clouds.
Martin had asked me to test the temperature of the water. Carey drew a labyrinth, and we walked it.
The only folks there were the 'hippy tent people camper pilgrims' and their dogs. One boxer had a collar sporting a large scallop shell. Lovely to see.
We sat looking west and told tales and watched the glory of the setting sun. It slipped below the horizon which around 10 pm.
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