At about 4 o’clock this afternoon I had to choose: write something, read something, or take a stroll along the beach. I chose the latter, and it was a wise choice.

My beloved came with me and we strolled, hand in hand, on a beach that had that beautiful stillness that comes before a storm. The odd drop of rain, and we could see more falling over near Dunsburough,
There were fewer people on the beach than you’d expect on a Sunday afternoon in summer – their loss, our gain, not that I really object to sharing ‘my’ beach.