Drawn by the need for a dog-walk, we returned to Duesbury’s Beach on a very different day with different cameras – my iPhone and my old 3 megapixel, genius at colour and closeups. I headed straight for the rocks at the south end of the beach and found a treasury of delights. The tide was low, the rocks were deeply honeycombed; rock pools sheltered shells and glimmered towards sea and sky; colonies of shells arranged themselves perfectly in rock crevices; rocks were striated with white, lined with quartz, ridged with sharp brown raised lines.
This morning, cool 7 am air tempted me out for a morning beachwalk. The temptation was strengthened by a looming deadline for a piece of writing I’ve know about for a year: I’m the matriarch of procrastination. I’ve had my iPhone since November and have only just begun to use it, thanks to the tutelage of the Tamborine mob (more procrastination.)