Beachcombing

I write this whilst sat on the beach looking out over the Estensea towards a small island in the hazy distance. That is where I want to be heading next but the swell from the waves is causing me concern, as it is too great for me to use a small vessel to cross in. I need to find another way to reach the island.

The beach here is scattered with lots of materials washed up out of the sea. I am sure that there will be something amongst it all that I can use to get me there. Come Tomepicker, let us go comb for treasure.