High Rock

Translated literally, the name of this house is High Rock, which is quite the metaphor, isnt it? All shuttered up, with its damp-stained balcony and its forbidding gate, it looks a bit folorn.
I am spending a few days with my dear friend Tina, who lives in her bar that is tucked under a cliff, at one end of the beach, in a little town named Meschers, situated on the mouth of the Gironde river, in the Charente-Maritime area of France.

Yesterday I went for a walk, and as best as I could, I was following the shoreline. ‘Haute Roche’ is on a road that was the nearest I could get at that point. I presume that it and its neighbours enjoy a commanding view of the sea on the other side. Desirable residences all…
I eventually found my way back to the beach and Tina’s Cafe, just in time to behold this…

“…taste and see that the Lord is good…”
Every day, every moment, we can be thankful for God’s glorious creation. I pray, Lord, that I am.