Salty Dog

An incredibly low tide after the Harvest Moon and equinoctial goings on. The air was moist and mizzly, not a breath of wind, the greys soft and luminous and the reflections mirror-like.  All sorts of boats in evidence from the familiar little red boat to a jazzy rib to some traditional dinghies plus sails. I walked right round Kitchen Cove and climbed up the rocks to the pub garden without getting my feet too wet.

Salty Dog