Shifting sands

Slept badly and found today hard work. The kind of day where you update the wrong version of the team's work schedule and confuse everyone; the kind of day when your shopping bag handle breaks when you've just left the shop. Nothing major but not my best self.

I took a quick, cold and breezy walk after work. A friend rang me so I sat on the beach chatting and - although you can't really see it in this pic - watched the fine sand blowing in little sandy gusts across the beach and cobbles.

Shifting sands and tidal moods, whipped up, or glassy still; sometimes serene and 'oft times unfathomable.