Be The Lonely Wanderer

And I had to go out again with Dixie, my dog, which is always digging plastic bottles down in the soft sand. She just can't have it that plastic bottles are laying around in the open.

Today I had dressed warmly, because it is September now, and mornings have grown much colder. The tide was still running out, but would turn in another hour. 

Herring Cove Beach has its name for a reason, and local fishermen are still setting up a herring weir to trap the "silver of the sea". It were the local Indians of the Quoddy Tribe, who first taught settlers how to fish for herring from land.

Being the lonely wanderer, you can let your thoughts fly out to the horizon and beyond. The sea is friendly today but you know it can get wild. You can return in January and watch the storm waves rolling ashore. You will still be the lonely wanderer.