winter beach
On a turning tide.
On a turning tide.
Watching sand slipping back under the sea.
Young black headed gulls feeding on the shoreline.
Walking the Dog
Remaining bitterly cold, with raw easterly winds continuing to bring in scattered blustery snow showers from the North Sea… Not the best of days to be out, but the weather rarely stopped him. It’d be,…
Relics
Going for a stroll, that’s what we did, come fair or foul weather. The dog needed his walk, whatever. And this was the game. Stop. Close your eyes. Tell me what you hear. The wind…