We drove down the coast on Sunday evening, hoping for a cooler walk after another warm day. Also, our evening walks are about quietness. We want to get to the beach when most other people have gone home, which is making these midsummer walks happen later and later in the day. But that’s okay. And Sunday night didn’t disappoint. We followed our usual route: through the woods, enjoying the dense, lush green; across the grassland that’s now scattered with wildflowers, with bursts of purple and pink; along the top of the dunes, winding along the sandy paths, which Bracken (strolling along the beach above) and Harris (below) always enjoy; and then down onto this wide expanse of sand.
