Dropping down the last sand dune brought us to a spectacular view of the sea. The sun was still shining and the now wider beach gleamed in the bright sunlight. We paused for a selfie (old people can’t take selfies) and then went one better, by doing a 360 degree video selfie.
Sand patters, shells and wait, what, was that last one a set of horses hooves?
We paused for a different kind of selfie. Fall shadows made us look so tall and slender.
High above us, we could see the contrail of an airliner.
We could see that it would be a long walk back to our arrows and started off, seeing only a few other walkers in the distance.
Far ahead, we could make our a couple of horses heading towards us. The local stables must be out today doing training on the beach. We stood and watched as they thundered by, turned and them came thundering back. Well, they would have been thundering, if the hoof beats had not been drowned out by the roar of the surf.
We walked on, all the while looking for our arrow markers from the morning. We looked in vane and we started to see different territory until we realized we were now at Curracloe Beach. We had walked an extra kilometer and would need to walk a further km. back to the car.
We had not seen any sign of our arrows and the beach was at least 4 times as wide as it was in the morning. It is very likely that either watching the horses had distracted us until we walked by the arrows or the repeated hoof beats along the beach had obliterated the arrows. Silly landlubbers.
We got ourselves oriented in the beach parking lot and decided it would be risky to walk back along the beach. We took the road instead and soon found the parking lot and our car.
Instead of 6.8 km (4.3 mi), we had walked 11 km (6.8 mi). Oh well. A storm was a-comin’.