At this time on a Saturday there were rarely others on the beach. Sometimes a family whose enthusiastic toddler had dragged her parents out of bed. A man and a dog, of course. And her. It had become a bit of a ritual: out of bed, through the shower, clothes, notebook & pen and some cash. Grab a coffee and then sit on the pebbly stones. Sometimes she sketched, sometimes drafted a long-hand letter, sometimes did a stream of consciousness list. Sometimes she just sat.
But she always felt better and then went to the market to buy fresh food.