Sand in our fur

The beach is a winter destination for us. The joy of living so close to the sea is that it's very easy to just nip down to the beach for a morning dog walk. By summer the beaches will be filled with visitors, so we tend to stay away. 
​So this week was probably our last visit to the beach for a good while. 

I've always loved the light on this particular beach, when the sun isn't out everything gets quite dark and moody which makes me appreciate the flashes of colour.

Even a bit of World War 2 concrete somehow looks pretty under these skies. The beach still has lots of the costal defences in situ, looking a little battered after 50 years of storms, but they still provide a welcome stop for a breather when the dogs have been running around.

As well as the natural colours there are some very unwelcome bits of unnatural colours. This isn't a beachfront close to the town, and as a result you get full exposure to the horrifying amount of waste we put in the ocean.

This daffodil must have been washed up in one of the winter storms after being swept down river during the floods this year. It was doing it's best to survive in the sand dunes.