We took ourselves for a brisk walk in the mid-afternoon today along the sands below the village promenade, the beach still littered with the kelp and other weed washed up in recent storms, now coated with frost, and came across a small flock of very cold-looking ringed plovers.
It may have been just after three but the daylight seemed to have given up, a cold, grey mist hanging over the village, supplemented by the smoke from many coal fires.
It was as if the place was sliding into a massive deep freeze, the rime hard and crunchy underfoot, the temperature just below zero and falling, but the coldness of the scene suddenly began to change as....
....the sun managed to peep through the clouds lying along the horizon, the warmth growing until....
....the sea glowed in the reflection of a fiery sunset. At which point we found....
....a dandelion by the side of the track, in full flower.
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