Today Wednesday it's time to walk #wednesday .
My walk is on Monday, which is my day off from work and luckily this Monday turned out nice, with a little wind but a day clear of clouds.
The title says it all
A secret between mountains.
The area where I live is green and with a lot of mountains and among those giants of the coast are our beaches.
This is called:
The sand
They haven't really racked their brains to name it, but it's an old name.
They haven't really racked their brains to name it, but it's an old name.
To get there we move by car ten minutes from home we have it.
To get to the sandbank we have a bridge since you have to cross a small stream that fills with water according to the tide.
The tide is going out and we can appreciate the speed of the water to be in the sea.
When our feet touch the sand we can see the hermitage that is at the foot of the sea, to protect us from the tides.
Many cannot put down the phone and enjoy the day.
The cleaning machines come every morning to remove what the tide leaves on the sand, in these times branches that are natural in nature, but also a lot of plastic and that is our fault, of the uncivil civilization.
The footprints are still noticeable as it is not time to lie in the sun.
Here we can appreciate the bridge, which promises that in the end you will have a nice walk.
The sea is rough, with a lot of waves and undertow, that makes the waves intense and a pleasure for the eyes.
Ruje and that sound is music for me, since it always calms me, simply the aroma of the sea and its song makes me a happy woman.
The heron is fishing for its morning food, calm since the river makes it impossible for anyone to pass by on that side.
We don't take off our shoes, the sand is hard and the water is cold, so we keep on wearing shoes.
Our feet claim to stay free, but on another occasion.
Instead the dogs run for their stick that they have thrown into the water or their ball.
They are not cold and they like to play in the water, for them it is also a special day.
We go to the other end there are rocks and round stones that the water and its movement sculpted.
A good place to rest and appreciate the sea and of course smoke a cigarette quietly,
Between the cigarette smoke we enjoy the view.
Here I do not tell you anything the photographs say it all.
The waves rising, roaring and breaking filling everything with tiny drops of water.
We have to return and with sorrow we retrace the path that we began a few hours ago, today sorrow but also joy for the good morning that the day has given us.
A solitary rock says goodbye to us with its puddle of water that reflects its solitary stone body.
In the background we appreciate the iron mines that were once active and were the wealth of my city.
With the movement of the tides and between green peaks I leave you until next week, if the weather is good we will go for a walk and I will show you a new place.
