Rye: Day 8

On which we said goodbye.


Wynne's parents drove Judith and I home, stopping by a few beaches on the way back. 
Bumped into Wilson at Rye beach, I don't know where he came from.
More importantly, at Sorrento I had ice cream from one of those ice cream trucks for the first time in my life, it was overpriced and delicious.

Home sweet home.