The day was conducted in several keys. At midday the car wheels decided for themselves and took me off to one of the other beaches, parking neatly by the greasy spoon kiosk. Accepting the admonition, I wandered, eating chips like hot salty treasures from paper, and trying not to drop the beaker of tea.
The tide was well in;
I missed the acres of pale treacherous sand, but the combination of lilac clouds and green sea was a winner.
This beach has many shells, unlike best beach. They are mainly cockles, periwinkles, oysters, wedge shells, and slipper limpets. Slipper limpets are a most ungraceful shell: nothing to be said for them
until you suddenly see one in a new light.
The lilac clouds intensified. Drivers were turning their headlights on at half past three.