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cont'd (Thurs 25th)
At 5:30 took some left-overs to Peter Boehrmer - then to Lobster Cove for a last look - a grey chill swept over the sea, and the tide was very low. The lowest strata of algae was very very dark - a deep purple bronze. To the right a fishing boat circled in the straits off the Cove.
 
Friday 26th Woke up to a very grey dark chilly view of Manana & the world [[strikethrough]] from [[/strikethrough]] outside the bedroom window. Thought briefly of leaving today but promptly vetoed the thot [[thought]]. Another day here is worth more than a day in N.Y. Took the aloe plant to Winnie, & a flat & a can of herb plants to Andrew - then thru the woods & on to Green Point for a very fine time [[strikethrough]] first [[/strikethrough]] at Pebble Beach at high tide. Such a beach! Reminded me of Grand Manan, with a strand of dark pebbles heaved by the sea. A northern world, a cold wind, a grey sky, and no one else to see this part of the world. Such aloneness, so unique an experience even after all these summers on the island. 

Then to Green Point, then back on the trail. Saw Adie in his house there - a chat - then along the Seal Ledges trail back, with a stop at the Ledges to examine rocks. All the ledges were under water. 

A memory from Pebble Beach: The crackle of a shingle beach in the receding pull of the sea. ("Dover Beach". 1937. Honolulu) Now, here.