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We swam mid tide with big, slow waves
I look at the rising sun and suck vitamins out of it
A vast, still pond of dark grey water, filled to the brim of the beach
Revisiting last December's sea
The sea water was like polished pewter
You can get into a stormy sea. The trouble is getting out again.
Storms stir up seawater temperatures
The sea restores a miserably grey morning
A twice-my-height wave rolls towards me
The sky carried pink remnants of sunrise over the horizon
The sea was steaming like an expensive infinity pool
Autumn equinox delivers a dark magic
Sunshine and a sandy beach away from the grey
We could see shingle and sand beneath the water
Warm sun flooded a blue sea at low tide
We took it in turns to fall off the paddleboard
The morning Rupert slipped his lead
Two leadless dogs check out our bags and towels.
Silver surf waves, a commercial for summer holidays.
I almost reached shore when the rain started
There are no discernible jellyfish
The gentle pale green water is clear
We met to swim at four fifteen am
A moon jellyfish, like a creature from another planet
The shingle has been washed by long-awaited rain
Wind and tide together were comically impossible
‘Nor nor westerly’ said the fisherman
The water is lighter than the sky above
The wind wafts the kittiwake guano scent over us
A still morning with an angry swell