Baboon spoor stretch out across a sandy beach; sometimes otter tracks show up, or maybe buck or ostrich spoor. But it’s a thrill to be walking here on this wild beach with the wind and the gulls, witness to nature in blissful solitude.
Baboon spoor stretch out across a sandy beach; sometimes otter tracks show up, or maybe buck or ostrich spoor. But it’s a thrill to be walking here on this wild beach with the wind and the gulls, witness to nature in blissful solitude.
Great photo for the challenge.
The real solitude lies in the absence of the criss-crossing of human footprints 🙂
True 🙂
You were the first human since at least the last tide.
Spot on, Gilly – the tides like wiping a slate and erasing the count, yet an uplifting feeling when narey another human soul in sight.