With my nose buried in quarry granite, and my eyes tracking a succession of broken fronts crossing Ipswich Bay across Haul-about-point, I had little time for Plum Cove Beach.
I kept driving by saying, “Just a half moon shell of a cove, not much sand….
Then there was this sunset, with the Life Guard platform and a mother and child sitting there, and everything changed.
For the first time, I saw Plum Cove Hollow..
Here is that image from circa 2002.