23 November - Scurrival windy evening walk.

As we left, the autumn sunlight lit just the tops of the trees, our woodland cottage being in a shallow valley.

A strong chilling wind accompanied us as we walked over pebbles to the rocky shore for the sunset;

bright yellow sunbeams behind a black cloud on the horizon and approaching from the SW the dark smoky pillar of a rain shower.

Light shone through the spray crested waves and lit the foam that piled in among the pebbles. In the shelter between the black rocks the wild sea was green with an exquisitely changing gold gilt, polished and warm.

We returned beneath vast high tops of burning clouds that turned to ashen grey.