I stood at the top of these stairs to nowhere, aptly marked in case people thought otherwise (the Canadians are polite) and tried not to make metaphor.
These huge pieces of timber float everywhere along the coast. I was told that they are from nearby forestry -- boats filled with felled logs sometimes lose their cargo, and the wood floats and bobs along the shore.
This sign warned passers-by from what looked to be a small fabulous junk-yard.
Are you still there? I guess you need a reward.
Come back later and maybe I'll post about me and Javier Bardem on the beach.