One of the grandest luxuries of my new home (well, fourth year running) is our local sandy beach. It is 12 km long and less than 2 km away from home. Since it is a part of WWF Nature Reserve, it is wild and in the off-season mostly deserted, if you don’t count optimistic off-shore fishermen.
Sometimes there are even parents, remembering their childhood expeditions. Lovely to see.
But first, a short end-of-the-week reminder of my posts in the last seven days:
- First I showed you my cake and mom’s ikebana, a lovely start of my parents’ visit.
- As H2O goes, sometimes there is plenty of it as below so above and then they merge – images of Talamone before the storm.
- I decided to hop on Monday Windows challenge to bring you some doors, pardon, windows of Piran.
- Our successful autumn feast hopping had a special wooden discovery – a Pinocchio in waiting.
- And on Thursday there were three door images from each of the five towns we visited.
And now I invite you to my local beach. How I would have laughed years ago in disbelief if somebody had told me I’d have one.
Photo: a © signature mmm production
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Local