It’s called Achmelvitch Bay. It looks like that on Google Map:
And it looks like that in real life. Different light. Same vibe.
There was bench up a small hill overlooking the bay.
I sat there for a while, “Watchin' the tide roll away”, thinking of Margaret & Leslie. I shared something with these people. The ❤️ for the bay.
“I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time”
On my way to and from to the beach, I had to stop a few times on the side of the road just to double check I wasn’t dreaming.
Sure, I didn’t make it to John O’ Whatever. Instead, I went to the beach. I’m ok. I survived. The Universe didn’t collapse. I'm learning to let go of my own expectations.
Great!