A foghorn blasts in the distance. A slight fog hovers over the ocean like a seagull suspended by the breeze. The waves crash at water’s edge, and the faded grey wooden planks of the dock creak as it rocks gently in rhythm with the sea. Boats moored offshore bob quietly in colors of deep green, red, and yellow. Summer has swept in inconspicuously and the air is balmy; the sandy beach is full of seashells & treasures yet to be found, reflecting off the beacon flash of the whitewashed lighthouse.

Yardage: 900 980, 1150, 1280, 1380, 1480 yds / 820 840, 1050, 1170, 1260, 1350 m

ERRATA: Size 36 should read 43/58/85/58/43…one of the portions was missing!