I bundled up warmly for my Sunday walk to Church. It was bitingly cold and gusty as I pushed through the glass doors into my secret garden.
Out through the locked gate...
and onto the cliff top. There was no one around.
I love my birds eye view of the beach, the tiny huts and the swollen waves.
I negotiated my way down the beach steps, hoping I wouldn't drop my camera.
The waves looked fiercer the closer I got.
The sand was piled up over the groynes.
No lifeguards on duty today. Only the most
Wait, some strange beasts had been here before me...
I saw some natives and decided to go closer to investigate.
I took an indirect route so as not to arouse their suspicion...
As I got closer I could see that there was a whole tribe of them, who were these strange mysterious seal-like people?
A silver haired male was plunging out through the waves to join them.
A younger one came hobbling in with an injury.
They looked like they were trying to control the sea with their magic.
Their primitive form of communication was left on the sand for others to wonder at...
By late afternoon the seal people's magic had done the trick and the sea was calm once more.