Afternoon beach

A break in the cold and rain of our Winter meant we could visit the beach without the wind scouring our cheeks or the rain flashing silver bullets at our noses. These photos were taken by Don, Isaac and myself. This beach was one cove of a seaside resort closed for the winter and fishing taken over. Old Welsh ladies in voluminous print housedresses and old men braced against the cold in hand knit sweaters and flat caps take refuge in the one town cafe where smoke mingles with last summers ice cream (we know cos' we bought some).

The boys face painted each other and the remains of a lopsided mustache can be seen on Felix and Isaac's unsmudged cat whiskers show in the two o'clock light. Yeah, this is early afternoon and already daylight is sliding away.