I walked like Jep Gambardella across the sand - a shining mist hung over the silky sea - small waves washed over razor shells - filmy clouds moved across the pale blue sky -
The tide was exceptionally low, revealing gleaming runways of ridged sand -
We saw three riders in white horses moving through the dunes -
Gorse bushes were bejewelled with yellow flowers -
Startled geese flew low over the waves - a lurcher bounded through the shallows -
We sat for a while by the beach huts - we heard the quiet voice of the sea -
I buttoned up my invisible silk jacket - I carried on walking with my hands clasped behind my back -
14.00
18 March 2015
Middle Beach
Studland
Isle of Purbeck
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