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!
3 comments:
Loved the sizzling foam - just what it does! I bet that walk blew the cobwebs away good and proper.
Love the dog in the hoodie!
LOL I loved the little "hoodie".
Like you, I love the beach out of season, the windswept purity of it all. It's such fun that the dogs can let rip without galloping through peoples pic-nics and stealing childrens footballs!
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