Haze has drawn this picture of our Easter Sunday excursion to Shoalstone beach.
Our messages in bottles were flung into the rolling sea. The shags clapped. The seagulls yacked. The limpets could be heard cuckle chuckling inside their shells.
It was a bit too blowy to be hanging about for long. But we’ll be back. With buckets and nets. All you little crabby squirty fishies beware!