A Land of Dreams

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The sea was calm. The light gleamed and was gone.

So beautiful.

Dover Beach

"If you even mention Sophocles, it'll be a melancholy, long night for you on this darkling plain," she said.

We went for fish and chips instead. 

Location: Dover

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