A walk in Okura, Kobe
It was a bit of an impromptu visit to the beach at Okura. We’d been to Harborland to visit a rather disappointing, yet glad it was open, festival. Having enjoyed a bit of a wander around the backstreets and a pleasant lunch, we jumped back in the car and started back. Only I wasn’t quite ready to go home.
Instead we wound up at Okura, a regular haunt where we’ll walk along the sandy beach and concrete storm defenses, watching fishermen and seabirds compete for the catch.
Only this time, instead of turning right we turned left. A different beach, sandier, with people playing and BBQs roasting. And in the distance, a lone figure enjoying the tides and currents of Japan’s inland sea.