The summer heat is both familiar and welcome, it finds No lingering like a restless spirit along the miles and miles of beach his domain boasts. From the wild corners choked with stone and wood and swamp to the placed and protected coves of sparkling crystal sands. The salt of the sea and the endless wind are his constant companions, the cry of the gulls like a harper's accompaniment. The seabirds know him and invite him to play, swooping in daring dives across his back and over his head - the brave ones passing close enough for the wind of their passing to tickle his ears and ruffle his mane. Many more simply alight on his back when he goes for a swim, the amusement of being carried through the breakers having yet to lose their novelty.