With so many anxieties, commitments and pressures running around in our heads, a quiet stroll on a near deserted beach is often just the remedy we need. I’ve been acutely aware of the increasing numbers of visitors to these once quiet beaches, and these days it’s hard to escape people and dogs almost no matter where you go or at what time.
This evening though I was lucky, as the dog walkers kept to back of the beach and on the ebb-tide a perfect sand pool appeared, foot and paw print free. It was a beautifully calm oasis of silent perfection, mirroring the gentle procession of dusk painted clouds in the blue sky above. My worries were briefly collected by them, until they reached the pool’s edge and my reality returned.