It was every bit as cold last night as the forecast had predicted, with a low of 1C, but the snow didn't materialise so we set out, as soon as the sun was warm, for the first walk along Golspie beach for some days, the tide having only just come round to giving us low water in the morning.
Only three other people were on the beach, hurrying, as we were, to get along it before the tide came in and cut us off from the few access points. The only other life....
....was a small flight of oystercatchers; nor was there anything washed up along the tide marks to interest us, other than a couple of gull-chewed crab carapaces.
I like the way the sea comes in each day, twice a day, and cleans the beach, erasing the memories of those that passed along it, re-setting it for newcomers, but the sea along Golspie beach does seem a wee bit aggressive at the moment, continually reaching up to the back of the beach to remove great swathes of sand and....
....expose more and more of the bank which separates the beach from the links, exposing the roots of the marram grass that binds it. Very likely the beach will be brought back but if it isn't, and we have easterly gales this winter, it does seem probable that the sea will break through, as it has done in the past.
We walked for about an hour and then sat on one of the boulders brought here to strengthen the beach defensives, enjoying the bright sun and the warmth and watching....
....the waves come in, each rising as the bottom shallowed, rising and rising and hesitating before curling over to collapse in an explosion of foam. Over the years we've done this on so many beaches, yet the pleasure never fades.
It was every bit as cold last night as the forecast had predicted, with a low of 1C, but the snow didn't materialise so we set out, as soon as the sun was warm, for the first walk along Golspie beach for some days, the tide having only just come round to giving us low water in the morning.
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