A lone starfish

The tide was as low as I can remember it. The oystercatchers in competing flocks raced along the surf line. The hazy sunshine gave a soft render to the Portobello palette - it was a great morning for a beach run.

Later you could barely see the beach for barely clad bodies soaking up the April Easter sunshine.

Our garden was a welcome haven for tea and garden shed repairing.

(Our youngest and his girlfriend cycled from Stockwell to Oxford today.)