Sunday, it being a bit dull and overcast, we headed for a beach, it's what you do when distracting yourself from missing the good few days that recently passed through. We ambled along a short path through some of the sand dunes, which, led to the expansive golden three miles of sand. No sooner had we trod on the sands, the sun came out. It turned into a gloriously, bright walk. We did not pass anyone as we walked for about a mile and a half. In the distance though, there were two or three people exploring rocks.
There remain dragons' teeth left over from the defences of the last World War. These are concrete conical blocks, flattened off at the top now, originally placed at the shore lines to make it difficult for sea craft to land. They sit, and some lie, like fading monuments, their original purpose forgotten. Here, we turned, and saw that many more people had arrived on the beach. However, more interestingly for us at this stage of the return walk, there was much to be seen at our feet.
High tide had just receded leaving behind many little treasures. A stone with calcified sea life forming a fantastical design like an intricate cameo brooch. The stories those sea creatures might have told could only be imagined.
Broken and whole Clam shells were scattered around. Some, I was told, could be eighty years old. Apart from the size, Conchologists check the rings that indicate the bivalve's age, ( much like Dendrochronologists with the study of tree rings ). Here is one shell still resting in fresh spume, one of the tell-tale clues that it had not long been deposited by the tidal waters in that spot.
Large dark brown/green clumps of seaweed were plentiful. On the damp sand, some distance from the thick mass, was this elegant, delicate 'balletic' form, totally enhanced by still being wet and glistening in the moistness of the sand on which it came to rest. In this, I could visualise the movement of the branch in the sway of the sea and its waves, landing in mid movement here, where I found it.
Nearing the end of our beach walk, we saw a rider edge out from the dunes onto the sandy beach, where, she allowed the horse to break into a canter then a run.
Being able to Watch the horse running along the sands and having the bonus of meeting up with other children in this great big bright outdoor nursery play space for kids, and dogs, was all very good fun. These are the idyllic outdoor days that make for the great memories of childhood.
It looks like the dogs have all been to the same doggy socialising school. The two big fluffy black ones are not in the least bit phased by the outsider, nor for that matter is the outsider bothered by them.