Walking along the beach after the touron season has ended is always so much more satisfying… no crowds, no noise, no distractions, no intrusions, no… anything. Just empty.
The wind is uninterrupted and blows sheets of fine sand across the surface of the beach. There is a certain bite to the air, both from the temperature and the light sandblasting. Ghost crabs scurry ahead of our passage and the occasional bird wheels above us to see if we offer a treat, while the dune grasses sway and bow as the weather fronts storm through.