Blackwaterfoot Beach, south west Arran
Walk on Blackwaterfoot beach and each time something will be different.
Intense and low; above Kintyre, amongst Kintyre, long shadow, no shadow?
In, out, crashing, loud, alive and joyful, or still as stillness itself?
Rippled, smooth, wet, dry; foot-printed, bird-printed, hoof-printed; sand-castled and dappled with coloured seaweed . . or . . not?
Azure blue, burnt orange; rain-bowed and clouded, dark as night, fresh as day?
You cannot be bored on the beach.