round onto the tip with its fast moving water and ever changing light,
up onto the east side, amongst the groynes that beg anyone with a camera about their person to capture all sorts of photographic cliches,
and beyond up the bleak east side with a persistent wind.
Always intrigued by patterns on the sand and the strange mix of rubbish washed ashore and mixed in with the natural beach material.
You can see more of the photographs I took here. I decided not to draw, just to walk. There is still a lot of planning to do before I start the project in late April, but it was good to get out there and start to take in the place that is going to be the focus of my attention for a good chunk of this year.