29 - Maeve
There was no direct path from the breaker wall to the shore behind the hotel. A six-foot wall cut the hotel from the walkway with the benches. Rounding the wall, I found more walls, with a terrace looking over the wall to the sea. I tried the parking in the front, but a frost fence guarded the back garden.
The line of shops ended on the hotel’s fenced side. Through the grid, I could see the manicured grass with a few lawn chairs on it. Behind the grassy lawn, a thin wooden railing separated the garden from the waves crashing against the rocks that continued from the breaker wall.
If I had not been hampered by my bad knee, climbing the fence and jumping down, then running to the shore would have been a child’s play. The tide was not too high, and I could walk on the narrow fla
