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The apparel of the people in today’s photographs demonstrates that, although dry, the day was once more cold and dismal.
Those walking along Mudeford quay or on the spit were well wrapped up.
We have never seen the water so low at this spot, where the burnt sienna of the exposed sandbank blended with the indigos of the Isle of Wight and The Needles.
It was Jackie who realised the purpose of the red and green buoys was to guide seafarers like these jet skiers, who obligingly arrived to prove her point, round the sandbank.
A gull made off with a crab.
Not far from the quay is Avon Beach, where, again, those who had ventured onto the sands were swathed in warm clothing.
A menacing crow lurched awkwardly across the sand.
This evening we dined on a pepperoni pizza topped with additional cheese and tomato, accompanied by salad, with which I drank more of the merlot.