On a recent coastal walk, I met a wild sea with white whipped waves, a long damp beach with receded evidence of a very high tide, and a strand composed of murky froth.
The blobby yellowish-grey froth always puzzles me, as it looks quite disgustingly un-natural, polluted. It was especially revolting this day as it wobbled slightly in the wind.
But sea foam is actually a natural phenomenon — find out more here
What does not move are the rocks — extraordinarily varied in colour and composition, layered and exposed to different degrees.
Yet again, I wish I had a geologically-savvy friend with me to explain these odd pairings of materials, worn down differently and left in strange sculptural poses.
Some are more consistently like a pebblecreter’s dream, millions of small pebbles held together for another eternity.
How long ago did time and wild storms send them tumbling from the cliffs above, to begin their weathering, their sculpting, from the fury of wind and rain?
Such thoughts certainly put our puny human lifespans in perspective…