My workplace sits near a cliff. A short walk down a path through the sugar cane behind it leads to the steps down to beach. I explored it today. The people at the office rarely go there and it is fairly inaccessible to the nearby villagers. On the southern end it is rocky and on the northern end it is black sand.
As this beach is rarely visited there is a collection of items that have washed up on shore that have fallen off of boats and such. Along the high tide line, trapped amongst the drift wood are an unusual/comical number of sandals and flip-flops.
This blog will be boring if I keep putting pictures of beach scenes on it. So I will curtail that.
View from the top of the steps.
Even on the calmest day the Atlantic generates 5-6 ft waves here.
A chunk of coral.
The northern end with the black sand.
As this beach is rarely visited there is a collection of items that have washed up on shore that have fallen off of boats and such. Along the high tide line, trapped amongst the drift wood are an unusual/comical number of sandals and flip-flops.
This blog will be boring if I keep putting pictures of beach scenes on it. So I will curtail that.
Beach scenes are never boring. They are calming and much appreciated.
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