You know those pictures I mentioned?  Well here they are.  At last.

That day we walked along the beach to Sandsend.  It was one of those days you only get at the seaside.  We were both slightly sunburned but it was cold at the same time.  And windy too.   You could see the wind gathering momentum.  The sand rippling as though emanating the sea.  Eyes firmly closed against its stinging force.  And the sound of it.  At times I wasn’t sure where the wind ended and the sea began.

At the end of the beach we were surprised to find an art gallery.

After a warming cup of tea we decided against the bus and walked back again along the beach.  The sun was getting lower in the sky and the sea crept slowly back up the beach, reclaiming sand and rock.

That night I opened the windows in the apartment to listen.  To the wind and sea.  That distant roar.

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