August 16th, 2024

Happy Friday to you!  This post will be relatively quick and painless, just a little something to get your weekend started.

Earlier this week, after dinner, instead of just settling in to relax 'til bedtime, I decided that I wanted to walk over to the beach.  We used to walk over around sunset multiple times a week but we kind of fell out of the habit.  Which happens every year right around this time.

Part of it, I think, is because by the end of the day we are pooped.  I mean well and truly knackered.  The idea of walking from the family room to the bedroom to sleep is almost more than I can bear to contemplate.  But also, the heat and humidity makes even the short walk to the beach, a sweaty miserable trudge rather than a lovely evening stroll.   During the summer we tend to visit the beach via car which, considering how close we are to it is honestly, a little silly.  But silly or not, the fact of the matter is, we haven't walked over in a bit.

However, on that night, when I told Tim of my intentions, he volunteered to come with me. What a nice man he is.  Indulging me in my insanities.  

We donned sunglasses, I grabbed my camera and we pointed ourselves to the west.  It's less than a mile walk through pretty neighborhoods and we actually do enjoy seeing what is interesting (to us) things along the way, "look at the  beautiful hibiscus blooming", "what a pretty colour they chose to paint their house", "Check it out, Big White Bird at 2 o'clock",  "Oh look, the pink house is for sale!". Yeah we chittychat as we walk.    Then in no time at all, we are at The Esplanade and the entrance is just ahead of us:​

Up and over and all of a sudden, there is a wonderful breeze upon us and the Gulf of Mexico before us.  It's a beautiful thing to behold.

While there were some small groups of people further down at the main entrance near the lifeguard shacks, there was only one lone fisherman by us.  That's the way I like it best.  Not to be anti-social or anything, but sometimes when I go to the beach, the only music I want to hear is the sound of the surf and the birds, y'know?

We did wander for a bit along the edge of the water and then returned back up higher where it's more level (easier walking) and I took more photos.  There was still a bit of flotsam from last weeks' storm that had washed ashore and that caught my eye along with some other things:

We didn't stay long enough to watch the sunset, but headed back home instead.    There was one last look of longing:

And then it was back up and over the little bridge and we headed home.  So glad we went.