During high season, we seldom venture onto the local beach; it doesn’t seem like the same town at all when the holidaymakers descend from June through to September. But during the autumn and winter, there’s nothing more satisfying than a solitary stroll along a deserted beach. Storm Doris, forecast for today, didn’t reach the force that had been expected, but nevertheless, not many ventured down to sea-front this last couple of days, and I had it pretty much to myself.
The beach, on a clear sunny day offers a view right across to the Isle of Wight in one direction, whilst Old Harry Rocks can be seen further down the coast.
Moored on the river at night, with no other boats in sight, no passing commercials, and only the occasional heron for company… now that really is solitude.
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