The dogs are wearing thermals under their coats and the wind-chill makes our eyes water. The sea rolls on now the storms have passed and the salt air smells invigorating. Eivor and Pearl run and chase balls. A quiet drum beats inside us, returning us to peace.
lighting a fire – the sun paints rainbows in the waves
We notice how much the sands have drifted, since we last walked here. A small dredger is keeping the channel clear for boats that sail in and out of the bay. Young herring gulls learn to fly, encouraged by their elders, with fresh bars for landing and take-off. We are grateful to be back in this special place. Holding a stone with the light bouncing off, I realise how much we missed it.
The strong winds have carried more driftwood to the beach. Some branches are chopped up and taken away to dry out for wood burners and open fires. Other pieces have been used to build shelters and huts along the beach. It brings a bit of joy and surprise whilst we are in lockdown.
snow-capped hills still the sea flows in and out a glacier blue
The sea retreats as the sun rises, leaving ripples in sand and glittering water. It’s great to be back on the beach. Pearl runs after balls and catches them mid-air. Eivor walks more quietly and gazes past the headland. We both rest our eyes on the mountains and hear a gentle voice saying Stay, stay a little longer.
august moon walking through tidal pools a star follows