7pm, Friday evening. “Hey! Got any plans for tomorrow?” – “Nah. You?” – “Shall we go to Bournemouth? I heard it should be quite nice.”
…and I entirely fell in love with this town. While you probably can’t even see the sand anymore in summer because the beach is full of people, this time of the year it was almost empty.
A typical autumn day. Music at the streets. Busy people. Empty beach. Rough sea. Grey, cloudy sky. Windy. The sound of gulls and waves. Wet sand. – Me, walking barefoot.
I see you again soon, Bournemouth.