SEATON SANDS 19 11 19.

4-05pm
It was still and Cold; it is cold still.


The tide was 50/50.

An embarrassed and now out of sight Sun blushed the few clouds that were over the river a cold shade of pink.

The sea looked cold.
It was Stainless Steel Blue.
No sign of the Blast Furnace colours of a summer sunset.

They walked to the Grey Rocks, took a couple of rocks up to the dune stack and headed back to Cabin Up.


BEACH BUOY.