Seaside, fire and stuff

There has been a thypical Sunday. A trip at the seaside. Two people wrapped inside thick scooter-clothes to protect themselves against the cold wind.
The Barents Sea lied open at our feets. Right out there was Russia. Somewhere on the left; The North Pole.
But the clothes, the reindeer-skin and a fire kept us warm.
Drank coffee and ate sausages warmed on the fire. Staired at the waves.
Nice day.