Yesterday was Sabbath.
For us that means that our little family are close together, resting (although Emily fitted in some sailing- she is in one of the boats in the shot above.)
It has been a rather difficult time of late- deaths, illnesses, conflict in our wider families. There is also so much to do, and I have this constant feeling of time passing- of an opportunity to do something that I can not miss.
But when all is said and done (or even when it is still to be said and prevarication holds sway) there is always the art of stone whacking.
This involves three things- a beach, a stick, and some stones.
It is an activity that can be done alone (but best find a very secluded spot or people will stare) but is best done in small groups.
Stand sideways on to the sea, toss stone in the air and whack it as far as you can out into the waves.
You will miss many, but some will fly.
this fragile tent 