
Guarded beach and red tower
Dark wet sand, paired red-and-gold flags and the tower from which the crew watch a coast that never holds still.
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Tidecross Bay
The people and everyday places of a shared coastal town.

Dark wet sand, paired red-and-gold flags and the tower from which the crew watch a coast that never holds still.
Practical equipment, checked radios and sheltered shallows where a newcomer can try one manageable step.

A low-tide world of slow observation, a dry path above the water and a shelf whose return route can change.

A short working harbor and timber walkway that connect beach life to shops, errands, waiting boats and a hot meal.
A serving hatch, a sheltering awning and a familiar order after a wet shift, with Sera’s own life on the other side of the counter.