And I’ll remember hurrying Richard and
the lads along (or trying to anyway) as
I don’t want to lose this light. I want
to catch the sun before it fades
completely. Walking quickly across the
grass, watching the sky, and then
running down through the scrubby
dunes, over the sand and the densely
piled shells, towards the edge, where
the receding tide has left behind a
mulch of seaweed and muddy sand. The
sun almost gone, but not quite. The sky
like a painting with brushstrokes of
cloud, just glowing with colour.