Just before Christmas I was out and about, buying groceries, running errands, and the sun beguiled me into taking a walk along the shore.
The temperature hovered just around freezing and in the tumbled hollows of driftwood, bits of ice lingered.
Grasses stood sere and golden against the hard blue sky and steely sea, rustling in the chill breeze.
A few ducks paddled in the ocean, but the usually plentiful gulls were absent, perhaps hunkered down in some sheltered spot.
Rich red Hawthorn berries added welcome colour to the scene.
Waves ruffled along the shore and the plentiful debris bore witness to the wild winds that pummeled our island several days previous.
Linking with Sunlit Sunday, hosted by Karen, and tomorrow I'll join Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith.