Waves crashed and foamed towards the bleached sand, tumbling shells and knots of seaweed onto the beach. I gazed at the sun melting behind the mountain.  The sky turned crimson and one elusive cloud drifted across it.  I swathed myself in my towel and pulled my legs up onto the cozy rock.  Oyster catchers pecked at mussels clinging onto the rough surfaces and scurried off when I stretched for my basket.  The rock was losing its warmth rapidly.

The last strollers lingered on the Catwalk. I slithered off the rock and immersed my toes in the water, before gathering up my paraphernalia.