salt

 Brooding sky, strong seagull wind. My footprints running along the beach followed a dog’s – running, lurching, playing, turning (I plod on, trying to get fit!).  I see no one on the whole stretch of shark bay.  Pirate Island looms up (AA and Janu have renamed Broulee Island, and I think it’s going to stick).  White yellow sky above mountains, under clouds.