Wednesday, 7 April 2010

It was chilly on Easter Monday but there was a snowy froth of blackthorn blossom on the trees along the beach.
When the tide is out, the setting sun silvers the pebbles.
Only brave people had opened up their beach-huts.
It was too cold to sit on the groyne with a bundle of fish and chips. So I asked for mine to be wrapped tight and I took it home.


Ragged Roses said...

What a lovely post!
PS Perhaps we could share the painted furniture!

mary said...

Let's do that, as long as I get plenty of cuttings from the garden! (And a share in the gardener!)