Low tide

It’s sunny and windy as we walk the circular route around Brighouse Bay.

After cheese sandwiches and an afternoon nap we head down to the beach. The mud and gorse gives way to rocks and sand. There’s a Victorian bathing house, a disused folly with rotting metal and stonework snaking across the sands.

The sand is lovely, but the sea is grey and unwelcoming. Across the shingles a long figure in a red sou’wester is collecting something of the rocks, perhaps cockles.

More Station 11 after tea.