The first proper trip out with my camera since pulling a muscle in my neck.
The sea was incredibly choppy and the dog kept looking down wanting to be in - she should have been born an otter.
The wind had that icy chill with it that bites into exposed flesh, blowing in from the sea, bringing with it a fine sea mist giving the landscape a layered appearance. Each time the sun broke through the sparse clouds, the land was dappled in a kind of golden light.
A day of contrasts, hopefully this image captured a glimpse of that.
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