A sit spot by the bay

We’re at the shack, I’m sitting beside the fire. The surf is roaring and the bay is still.

J and Errol are out floundering, I can see them (well sort of) I can see a light out in the dark expanse of the bay, back here on the shore the corgis are at my feet. There’s a change on the way, no stars tonight, but utter stillness. The fire smokes, almost stra…