After rounding Bere Point in moderate wind and swell, I
had decided that, instead of hugging the shore, I would cut across the bays
I had selected a tentative camping site and landed. The flat space that I designated for my tent was a bit closer to water than I was comfortable with, and I decided to wait with establishing the camp until seeing how far the tide would reach. Meanwhile, I cooked my lunch and enjoyed the seascapes.
The tide had reached its highest point, still some distance away from my camp, and I felt safe to pitch my tent in this area. The beach was relatively narrow and sloppy, all covered with the driftwood.
I felt lucky that I had managed to find a flat area above the high tide. The sun was getting unbearable and I had decided to seek shelter inside my tent, still hot, but better than being under the direct sun in the open. A light breeze had developed over time making my shelter more tolerable and I even managed to get a nap. When I woke up, I could not see the opposite shore: the weather was closing in. Suddenly, the sun was gone and everything around was covered with a heavy fog. Then the wind had picked up cooling down the air to the point that I needed a jacket. It was hard to believe that just a short while ago I was suffering from the heat.
There was nothing else to do but explore the surrounding
area and I went to check
After returning to the camp, I had cooked my dinner. The fog had disappeared and it was getting dark. I saw a cruise ship, all lit up, passing by relatively close. I wondered how different the passenger experience must have been from mine. They were likely enjoying the evening activities, all dressed up, while I was eating my very basic dinner on a deserted shore, unshaved and wearing the dirty clothes. Still, I did not think that I would have traded my evening for theirs.
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