The huge split level lobby lead down to the Sixties Scandinavian style bar and restaurant. Log fires burned and a wall of floor to ceiling windows lead out onto decking with sand dunes beyond. I had been sitting in the car since early morning with hardly a stop except the ferry rides, so I immediately walked down to the beach. The waves and sand were soothing and familiar. I heard and felt a thundering and was suddenly passed by a horse ridden at full gallop by a beautiful young woman. At he end of the bay the sand gave way to boulders but I carried on past a deserted school stepping stones out to the headland