The Beach In The Rain

It was a wet and cloudy day, in my eyes, a pretty good day to go down to the beach. I’m aware that sounds odd but it always means it will mostly just be you and the beach with a few people passing.

Up my sleeves, my hands hid from the cold, harsh wind that whipped my hair across my face. I wish I had brought a scarf to cover my neck. The beach huts dotted the land with colour and the sea galloped in and out.

I hope you have had a good week and next week will be even better.