'Let's go for a walk...'

'... in the woods,' I said.

'If you want,' he said.

But then I pictured falling trees, imagined the sound of great heavy branches cracking just before they dropped onto our heads, and anticipated the terror of being surrounded by enormous ancient ash trees as they leant groaning and creaking in the howling wind.

'On second thoughts, how about we walk up Baggy point - the Putsborough side, and I take a photo and then we come down again?'

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

In this wind?

I don't think so.

We did try. We walked from the car park, through a little gate and started up the slope. The cliffs were on our right. The wind was on our right. The slope got steeper and muddier and the wind got stronger.

'I tell you what,' I said. 'I'll take a quick photo here and then we'll go back down.'

I nearly fell over taking my camera out of my pocket and my furtive imagination was kind enough to show me a picture of me slipping down the slope into the sea. I took one brave shot to show willing and then we headed back down the slope to the relative safety of the beach.

I say 'relative'...

There was no hiding from that wind today. It pushed at us constantly and determinedly. It was impossible to tell if the tide was coming up or going out. The wind was chucking the water from the shallows up onto the beach and great showers of sea foam threw themselves at us sporadically.

Dylan, the crazy 9-month-old flat coat retriever, loved it.

I took six-hundretty-million photos using that setting where you get lots of photos at once. (Yes - time to learn some camera-speak - you're right) and this shot is one of the worst. But it's how it was. Smeary damp lens, lots of wobbling and none of the other shots showed windiness.

You can't photograph wind.

Ah, she's a quick learner...
;o)

PS I've moved my small stones to A Daily Stone Don't worry if you don't know what I'm going on about.