tempus fugit

By ceridwen

Surge, spume, spray

Crystal clear but bitterly cold. I had to requisition  mixing bowls to cover my cucumber and squash plants.

Waves were crashing  into the shingle beach a dog walk away, whipping up froth that trembled like the meringue on an iles flottantes pudding.
Plumes of spray exploded against the rocks (extra). 

Here in Wales the lockdown restrictions have not been eased but those fortunate enough to live in or close to the National Parks can take advantage of them for exercise. I didn't see another soul on my walk but there is anxiety that people from over the border (i.e.England) will attempt to exploit the relaxation of the rules there to head for Wales.

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