The hollow clanging of the North Red Sands channel marker buoy echoes around in the waves, it has a simple and striking clang and will clang around by itself for time immemorial. Its similarity to a funeral bell has a haunting resonance. The tide is going out and there is movement in the water from left to right mixed with a gentle swell and very light breeze.
I’m met by an interesting sea which is a combination of tide rushing around the sandbank, a slight swell caused by the wind and the breaking waves in the shallows of the sandy waters. Deep troughs form between steep peaks which curl and roll towards the beach. It makes for a fun play spot and I push against it to get far enough away to surf back in again
The water is shallow and clear, mesmerising almost, as the sun shines through it and cast shadows and patterns onto the sandy bed. The thin lines of the rippling surface make strips of sunlight that dance and jump along the sandy seabed. It’s a hot and still day and the water merges with the sky giving the sense of hovering about the water