The tide was coming in as I walked the foreshore below Barton Cliffs and the Barton beds, a rich source of fossils which extends well inland beneath the New Forest, occasionally showing in the banks and beds of the forests streams. Soon sea'll be lashing the soften clay and 40 million year old lagoon deposits, long aground will be returned to whence they originated. Above us the sky was grey, the wind roared, the sea was grey and all in all there was a foreboding atmosphere about the place this afternoon. On a bright day, with a mill pond sea, it's easy to forget that the sea can be unforgiving; on a day like today it's easy to imagine. I didn't hang about.
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