NORTH EAST HARDMAN

The coral sky drew me to the seashore.
As I went through the underpass
the boom of waves rushing up the beach
assaulted my senses.
A wall of water charged up the shore to greet me.
Supply boats anchored in the bay
were silhouetted against the setting sun
My Groyne was buried in redistributed sand.
A north east hardman danced and jived
upon a silver dance floor.

Aberdeen Beach
Where else in the world
would they be mad enough to ride waves of ice.

(he is just visible on the wave in front of the left hand boat on large)