Rocky seas

It wasn't difficult to find a deserted cove this damp, blowy morning. The rocks here have been moulded by the waves in to their own image, with small caves hollowed out behind. Dog and I thoroughly soaked in the scramble through the bracken, but only one of us had a scone at Jimmy's to cheer us up.
(I've given up resolving to blip again on the first of whatever is the next month and just blipping blipping)