Tantallon...

...from Seacliff Harbour. 
A falling tide, fine views of the Bass Rock covered with Gannets, more whirling and diving, Terns chattering as they also dived, rockpools to peer into, horses galloping or practising their dressage on the beach, seaglass to collect, all under perfect lighting in the sunshine but accompanied by a ferocious wind.
Altogether a grand afternoon.