Yesterday

 Yesterday I went to Stirling point.                                    

 The familiar crunch of gravel filled my ears but soon the  sound of the sea was what I was listening for.     

 The crashing and splashing of the waves rang like bells in  my ears.                                                                         

 The sun was setting on the sea taking away its path of  glitter.                                                                                 Now it was dark.                                                                       I soon was shaded by the trees and the sea disappeared from  my sight.