There’s a magic to walking along the tide line on a beach. The unpredictability of the jagged waves pushing in and the cold rush of water mixed with the coarse disturbed sand all add to the drama and childlike delight. I love also seeing what shapes, forms and unexpected treasures may be pushed in and left behind. I particularly like the wave shadows temporarily left as the wave withdraws; the darker patch of wet sand which then dissolves again as the trapped water catches up again with the wave. It’s a bit like when you breathe on to a cold window and then watch it dissolve and clear again.