The sun came out to brighten what was left of the day in the beautiful bay of Whistling sands, where the dry sand really does whistle (well squeak) underfoot.
As we paused to look in the small shop before climbing the steep hill back up to the car park, I spotted a cricket set and this was duly purchased to give some focus to the following day's beach trips and additional nuance to our trips down memory lane.
Lovely shot. We have squeaky beaches here too. Our local beach has sand that is so white and almost pure quartz so it squeaks every time you walk on it.
The low sun has really given a lovely sparkly feel to the sea and the silhouetted figures on the rocks give a sense of scale. A good time to visit the beach. Fav.
