These waves

These waves are pretty high but nothing to the high hillocks of sand and the smooth lines of the lovely sand dunes here in the Azores where the beaches go on for miles in silver sand. And there is the old portly marshall grey lifting a glass of his evening port, saluting the seagulls that occasionally drop itno his drink and caw their song - gaga gaga, and thus admiring the view of the isles of legend, while lovely Lena plays about on the dunes. A lovely girl that flitted across to the western islands once and never looked back. She is living here now permanently.