Although the Sun shone brightly, it afforded little warmth as Arctic winds scoured Studland beach. Fine sands, dried by the wind, raced across the intertidal as streamers of white fluffy cloud raced through the azure skies above us, far from shore white horses were driven landward; the elements were rioting, nature was flexing her muscles and it was a mighty fine day to be walking through it all.
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