the shelter
Just a bundle of driftwood piled up on the dry sand out of the tide’s way, probably washed up months ago by the last big sea.
A couple of big logs in there and closer up it looks like someone has laid the smaller pieces in some sort of order on top of them. Kids probably, local youngsters well-used to fashioning this and that from old wood washed in after months at sea.
But then there was this. A dugout.
A sheltered space just big enough for a fellow to lay his sleeping bag down and crawl in at nightfall after cooking up the couple of whiting he caught during the day. Plenty of firewood down here, enough to keep burning all night.
A good feed, a warm bed and a glowing fire. Then tomorrow a ten mile hike further south along the beach and another shelter to be built before nightfall.
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