Last night we went for a late walk along the beach, as the sun set in pink slashes and the sea took on subtle colouration. Three young people seemed to be loitering idly mid-beach back near the dunes, and we profiled them accordingly as we headed towards the sea mist.
On the return journey we saw what they’d been doing and had to unwind our prejudices. There were three very different Andy Goldsworthy constructions crafted from the flood-wrack still remaining high on the beach. There was enough light to capture the sculptures without fancy photographic know-how and we had a chance to express our delight to the artists as they straggled back across the beach to the village. J saw the sculptures as transient, at the mercy of the sea and the night, but they were still there the next day.