Last Summer at the Beach

One thing about the beaches in Morocco is that they're huge, and it's very easy to get away from the crowds.
Here at Sidi Kaouki some 14km. south of Essouira a mist came in off the Atlantic shrouding everything in a romantic miasma.......out of which emerged the usual salesman selling "Rolex" watches.......



At Diabat, camels head towards Essouira and are about to ford a little stream which crosses the beach,



Fairly lonely young men with bicycles also going towards town.
Also at Diabat.




This castle in the sand will only last a few more minutes.

Edmund Spenser wrote:

"One day I wrote her name upon the strand"

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.