A sunny morning, and at first it was surprising that no one was out and about on the beach.
There wasn’t a soul to be seen ….
…. and as soon as I came out of the shelter of the pines it became obvious why.
The sand was being whipped up by the wind.
Blowing up over the top of the dunes ….
and being redistributed across the beach.
Scratching and scouring.
Getting everywhere ….