I have always liked the idea of playing Robinson Crusoe on the beach at Windrock. This would best be done during the summer, when foraging for shellfish, beach peas and the like would be more fruitful and less bone chilling. Fresh water would be a challenge (at least the sort I would drink when it was not a survival situation, but given a hammer and some nails there is plenty of driftwood about for making a windbreak, or even a sweet beach fort.
Today I made a beach fort. It has been a long time since we had one of these - the high water of winter storms, rising sea levels and the glancing blows of tropical storms tend to scour them away after a few seasons - but today seemed a fine day to make another one. We found old pieces of shattered boats, decks and random planks enough for a simple shelter with few refinements, and several hours of leisurely construction later, the result is here to see.
Tomorrow I may add a few more boards here and there, or I may just sit in the sun and watch my barefoot children who think it must be summer already though the wind is brisk and there was frost on the lawn this morning. It is impossible to resist the lure of sand between the toes, pockets full of beach glass, and the west wind scudding the clouds Down Cape. One might as well tell the tide not to turn.