Above the beach

the heather is purple on the clifftop.

The tide is in.

 

Red and yellow flags stand sentinel.

No one is in the sea.

The sky - a woolly grey.

The sea a demon.

Soon the rain will come.

 

We sit on rocks.

What sand there is, too wet.

Everyone looks out to sea.

To a chaos of waves.

An anarchy of raging water.

If you were out there you’d not last for long.

 

We sit, mesmerised,

and almost fearful

deafened by the roar

hypnotised

by a power so much greater.

Maybe we look death right in the face

trying to stare it out.

An eternity of ocean.

 

It's high tide - 10.47

 

A depression deepens from the west.