Last Sunday was a cold, dry day. After a family outing to the Oceanarium, we walked across the sand towards the sea. Across Poole Bay, white chalk cliffs at Old Harry`s Rock rose up into the gently sloping hill of Ballard Down.
A few, well wrapped up people were out for a walk along the beach and children played under the archways of the pier.
A kite had fallen to earth.
The air was hazy to the west, where the wooded, sandy cliffs meet the sea at Canford Cliffs.
Gentle surf broke with a surging rush of foam that sizzled up the sand.
Stones and shells lay in a line at the water`s edge........
........ and someone`s stout little dog explored damp sand, well prepared to face the cold!