We are on the beach at low tide. So much beach! So much sky!

Small and childlike, we pick our way over rocks and banks of shingle, and squelch through the high tide ribbon of seaweed. Now we are on wet sand. We stoop to examine bits of flotsom. There is a line of shells and stranded jellyfish. The sea has left isolated sheets of water that reflect the sky. On we go, towards the distant water’s edge. Is the tide turning?…