Although the temperature was 3 degrees and there was a fierce wind, the promise of some sunshine on Sunday was enough to tempt us out for a walk on the beach. Lots of other people had the same idea.
The noise of the surf was loud. I was glad to be well wrapped up.
We were walking on the Sandbanks stretch of Bournemouth where it is interesting to gaup at the ostentatious houses overlooking the sea, built for millionaires. (Some Russians, maybe? Their places might be up for sale soon!) In between the big, showy structures just a few of the old houses, like this one, remain. They are far more appealing to me. I hope that they will never be pulled down and replaced by another monstrosity. The old houses are a reminder of how Bournemouth used to be.
The family were about to turn around and head back into the wind.
Just a bit longer to soak up the sun, said Himself.