At 2.45 p.m. it wasn’t long before sunset on this shortest day of the year when Jackie drove us to Barton on Sea where she enjoyed coffee and a slice of Victoria sponge while I sat on a bench peering through dim haze at
The Needles and their lighthouse.
I could just make out a fishing boat beyond
the choppy, glinting old gold, indigo, and spume-white seas rushing to the shore
along which an intrepid couple cycled alone.
Unusually silent gulls swooping, darting, floating, overhead enjoyed the fun of skydiving as I stretched my neck following them with my lens.
Meanwhile, a trio of crows pecked up scraps left by other customers eating cake in the Beachcomber garden. Without even retracting their undercarriages they took off when I approached.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s powerful chilli con carne with savoury rice, with which she drank Tiger Beer and I drank more of the Saint-Chinian opened two or three days ago yet still most potable.
I think I have mastered the enlargement problem, so these images should be capable of what Pauline calls bigifying.