Seacliff.

Way back in April, it’s now after Christmas, our cycle run was to the wonderful beach at Seacliff where our lunch consisted of sandwiches - made out of real sand. 

Those that know me realise that I like people in my landscapes, failing that a dog or even a cow but, here I have a bonus, the man I thought was wielding a camera at the water’s edge turns out to be indulging in a much more honorable task; he’s giving his very small child its first glimpse of the sea – if not in reality, then at least he is in my imagination, and that’s what’s important.