A very calm drizzly morning on the beach meant few people around and a chance to relax, shut my eyes and listen to the sea and the birds. When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was these rocks shining wet and cold as they have done for countless mornings.
In my childhood I remember my Mum collecting shiny coloured stones.
She collected bonny stones, glistening and bright, from various rain soaked west coast of Scotland locations. I also remember the disappointment when we got home and the stones had dried out and lost their bright colours.
Today as the rain pattered down I noticed again the colours in the pebbles on the beach. Sandstones, limestone and whinstone lying side by side - a mosaic of colour under the slate grey sky.
A black and white portrait of a damp dog on a grey day.
21st November 2017, Football Hole, 4pm
Watching the waves
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