Sad shopping in shorts and sandals

The phone "pinged" and the boarding passes have arrived.
Last shop, then.
Always a bit of a come down.
No tins or bottles.
No extravagancies that may end up being superfluous.
No effort to carry the solitary backpack.
At least it's Friday so a visit to the Gelateria later.

Someone was playing tennis in a land far, far away.
So I wandered over to see some sea close up and examine the contents thereof.

Sat in the steps at the end but the tide was out and the surface just an inch or two too far from the feet.

However, an hour or more was contentedly and comfortably passed observing the wildlife that passed below.