Gracie and I set out amidst high winds and breaking clouds.
We headed north-west, with the wind behind us. The light was gorgeous.
The wind was so strong it blew Gracie's ears right back.
Beach huts such as this one spring up during the summer. Winter storms inevitably tear them down.
This part of the beach is pure sandstone.
An old dingy settles into the firmament.
More to come...