I bicycled out to the beach this evening, strong wet winds, heavy surf, there was seaweed all the way up to the snow fencing and it appeared that the last section of walkway had been swept away.

Old men ought to be explorers

T.S. Eliot

I stayed in town tonight and went to the beach for the first time in a long time. It is Spring finally and all the flowers are in bloom including the roses on the beach. There is fragrance in the air. There are not too many people out this evening. The guard shack has had a makeover. The upper beach has a solid bed of rocks, there is almost no sand at all above the high water line.