mister use to jump from this platform. i can still see him airborne. i feel it move with the waves. on the way home i walked along the sea wall that remains, until i have to carry my old blue bike across the rock field. the little swamp is not the same as before but it's still here. i come across an offering on a big rock, a french library. i recall there was once a nature morte of food there. i miss finding such things with mister. he was such a curious boy.