Wild seas, even though a beautiful sunny day. The wooden groynes are replaced by huge boulders, to stop the waves washing the stony beaches away to France.

The deep blue, the foamy white and the golden stones meet together in satisfying tones of rich colour. Swimming was abandoned due to fear. At the turn of the bay, the waves break ninety degrees to the shore in a line of white.

The outline of the Isle of Wight can be clearly seen across the stretch of sea.

One golden day I stepped beyond the shore
My footprints no longer any more
Tread on sand or in billows roar
Beyond the horizon I no more…