I mustn’t go down the sea again !


It’s a large bay. The tide was coming in but you could still walk on the sand.

Whether this yellow plastic partition had been washed up on the tide, thrown overboard at sea, or it had been abandoned from the slipway I was stood on I know not but, I was intrigued by what compelled this man to go and stand on it, of all the places he could have stood to contemplate this vast expanse of sea !