I sit on the beach with the dog, waiting. The gig boats have gone out and we know they will return, as they must, so we sit and wait in the early evening sunshine. A cooling breeze tempers the sun's heat.
Cars continually come into the car park behind us. They drive around in a circle back to the entrance, now the exit. Eventually there is gridlock as more cars enter and choke the exit. Backing up along the line soon frees the way and new arrivals drive in only to leave soon after. Cones protect some of the parking bays for large motorhomes to use and no one removes them so it must be allowed. Maybe they are booked in advance?
Back on the beach a man fans a small fire, for a prepacked, tinfoil wrapped barbeque, with a large piece of cardboard. The smoke drifts towards us. I am not sure if you can light fires on the beach but no one seems concerned.
We get up to walk along the shoreline and avoid the smoke. I throw a ball into the sea. The dog will not get it, she will not go in far enough. As the tide brings the ball back she struggles to pick it up, her nose must go below the water as the ball bobs up and down so she leaves it. I take two steps into the water, feel the cold chill as my trainers leak, and pick up the ball. A small dog yaps and runs past us, just inside the water. Its' owner is further in the water, picking up the surf just below her knees, ignoring her dog. My dog looks closely but moves no nearer the water. Children build a sandcastle close by the waters edge. Buckets are used to fill the moat with seawater but the tide will soon take care of that. Finished and possibly bored, the children leave the sandcastle to its' fate. A man kneels low and takes a picture of the sandcastle.
We walk on and watch the gig boats get nearer to the shore, the oars glisten in the sunshine. Eventually the boats get back and the dog barks a greeting. The crews and others lift the boats onto wheels and haul them across the beach back to the boathouse.
The sun disappears behind a large black cloud. This looks like a forerunner to rain but the wind soon blows the cloud over and the sun reappears to dazzle all at sea. We go back to the car and as we are on our way home the sun begins to set. Black clouds have an orange lining, unlike others that have a silver lining, and the beach is left to the sea.