Day Twenty One: Portloe to Gorran Haven

Porthluney Cove

Sitting on the beach sandflies swarm towards me over the cratered sand, an army of thousands.

They are everywhere- persistent.

Maybe they will strip the skin from my bones, picking them clean, and my skeleton will be left to weather and shrink, molecule by molecule, eroded by the wind and the rain until I come to rest amongst the sand, soothed by the lullaby of the ever present tide.