in the grip of the wind

wells beach was all ashine in the sun today, wet soggy sand reflecting the sky, so that I thought the tide was in when I first saw it.  the wind was so cold after 20 minutes walking against it it felt as though somebody’s very cold hands were gripping my face.

such bright eye-watering light after the dull damp weather was shocking and invigorating.

pale sand smoking across the beach in snaking bands. at home again I found sand in my eyebrows.

it was too cold to continue out in the wind, so we ended up in the pinewoods.