At the Seaside

Sandy toes, salty hair, buckets and spades, body-boarding, picnics, forts and 5 swimsuit changes (I was a fussy child!)....all precious memories of growing up by the seaside and now one of my favourite places to photograph.

It is never the same but always changing... at the mercy of the elements, carved by the waves, shifted by the storms. It asks for no attention in its self-assured magnificence and will still be here even when we are not to appreciate its raw and rugged breathtaking beauty.