The beach

I live 100m from the beach. It’s the English Channel. It’s tidal with large expanses of beach covered then revealed twice each 24 hrs. The tide and its strand line change with the moon bringing high Spring and lower Neap tides. I walk, swim, paddle, sit; I sketch, breath, take pictures. I gather flotsam and jetsam, pick up plastic and bits; I smell, see, am buffeted, warmed, nourished by weather. I meet dogs and their walkers, fisher people and bait diggers. I collect driftwood for journey-sticks. ¬†Here are this mornings gatherings.

© sue orton