half term on the north coast



i love a long walk on the beach on a cold autumn day, when there’s frost in the morning on the grass and everyone needs to be wrapped up.  Whitepark bay on Monday afternoon was so beautiful.  Not likely to see anyone with bare feet so making do with this shot of footprints in the sand.

The poem “footprints in the sand” comes to mind because I heard the Leona Lewis song played in an operating theatre just a week or 2 ago.  I first came across the poem read by a cousin at a family funeral more than 30 years ago.  It’s a very powerful piece not least because of its ending.  http://www.sapphyr.net/largegems/footprints.htm


whitepark bay in all weathers





