13th August

The last rays of the sun brush the very tops of the dark trees with flame. The blue sky is covered with threads and broken webs and tattered white veils of thin, high cloud. Gulls glide across from West to East, circle indecisively and then glide back. Their calls are tired and melancholy. As the shadows creep across the sand beach goers are making their way back up the Chine. At the same time the evening revellers are making their way down. There is buzz and stir in the breathless air. The heatwave is not relenting but the air does seem a little fresher tonight.

From 13th August 2021

The blue sky is smudged with little white clouds. The strong breeze ridges and ruffles the sea. A small RIB butting through the blue-green waves leaving a long white wake. Children's laughter carries up from the beach below. A group of local residents have arranged a circle of collapsible camping chairs and are chatting animatedly. The pools of shade are deep and dark.

From 13th August 2011

The watery morning sun briefly picks up the bright red spinnaker of a yacht far out on the steely grey water. The scene is framed by the black branches of the twisted pine.