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This afternoon Jackie drove me to Hengistbury Head, where she drank coffee and I explored the scene.
En route to the beach, I passed the top of the hill, where walkers could be seen, to my left,
and observed silhouetted figures against the sea and skyline.
There was a new angle on the Isle of Wight and The Needles.
Walkers accompanied their dogs along the beach,
where a group did their best to dodge the advancing tide.
A gentleman contemplated the scene, and walked down the shingle to join them.
Eventually I did the same, and watched the sea slap the flanks of the rocks,
receding, sliding, slipping over the glistening, tinkling, shingle, and sucking at the seeping sand.
Soon the rolling waves came roaring in
and I walked back up to the footpath, passing a stone face, mouth open, ready to drink from the spume that would hopefully reach it.
I watched walkers ascending the hill which had once been home to Stone Age people (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hengistbury_Head)
Below, others were returning along the beach where
a pair of swans I had seen earlier still floated on the water.
We continued on to Boscombe where the pier was set against the sunbeams lighting the sea,
before returning home to a meal of fish cakes in lemon and parsley sauce, with boiled potatoes, carrots, cauliflower and broccoli, followed by bread and butter pudding. We finished the sauvignon blanc.