Down by the sea wall, just beside the chain ferry that crosses Poole Harbour , we scrambled over rocks and walked along the waterfront. Small boats were racing home from a day of sailing, up through the harbour entrance and into safer waters for the night.
Fishermen prepared for a long wait.
Across the blue water to Shell Bay, with Ballard Down beyond.
Looking eastwards, the white cliffs of Tennyson Down, on the Isle of Wight, shone against blue sea.
Smart little boat.....
Limpets on rocks at the water`s edge.
A pleasure boat brings tourists home .
A sandcastle slips away, claimed by the licking waves.
Flotsam and jetsam
Across the bay to Bournemouth .
Some traditional Sandbanks houses, where lovely old sea gardens reach down to the sandy beach.
An old, stiff golden labrador took himself for a swim....
...and seemed much livelier as he walked on up the beach to reach his family.
A last look towards Bournemouth....
....and a strange old face in an oyster shell.