On their way round the rocks . . . . .

. . . . . and on its way north is the encroaching southerly. You'll be able to see that weird yellow light on the horizon and in the reflections. About 25 minutes later, further along the beach, I was hit by a southerly blast. Apparently the temperature dropped about 9°C in a matter of 20 minutes.

I just 'happened' to have the camera ready to shoot as the biker and dog appeared around the rocks, and managed to get a few shots before they disappeared off down the beach. I hope they were at home before the southerly hit.