Boxed rocks with green velvet and creamy fillings, tightwaisted sand escapees… nature’s gallery of shapes so varied I never tire of looking.
Reminding us that shells are not fixed decorations, but meandering muscles with sun protection homes on their backs, these whelks and limpets have created their own patterns as they wait for the rising tide to refresh and cool them.
More ephemeral, sun and water make their own rippling rings of light.
The tide that went out has left endless versions of sand art, etched in line drawings and moulded into soft sculptures.
Some form escarpments and runnelled foothills, carve and capture pools and lakes.
Others twist into fancifully embossed tails of Art Nouveau.
Elaborate minarets from Arabia? Or a curving creature with snub nose and dragon spine?
Each tide will leave a different set of artworks, shaped from all different directions by the sea.
Cause for wonder, cause for gratitude…