Beach head

Having been discussing a forthcoming trip to the Normandy beaches where the D-Day landings took place, I realise the title of this blip can have very different connotations, but can't think what else to call this area at the head of the beach beside the Ardyne Burn where it meets the sea. After the spotless beaches of Berneray, this stony stretch of shore doesn't seem much of a beach, but when I looked closely at the muddle of vegetation and seaweed that crowded together below the track , it struck me that it had its own beauty in the variety of colour and form. And on that same beach we watched a heron pace slowly down a tidal inlet and then, slowly and with due deliberation, take to the air and flap slowly off round the point. And the sea was blue, but the underside of the waves was brown.

In fact, it was a perfect afternoon.