Colours of the coast.

The crack of rock against rock under unsteady feet rises above the muffled roar of the sea. Rolling with each chunk of stone as they shift under our weight, we pick our way down to the shoreline. So many colours and shapes jump out, begging to be picked up, to be slipped into a pocket. A striking thread of quartz, or a sea-formed shape that sits comfortably in the palm of your hand. Bright ochres and rust, against deep, liquid greys. Smooth worn stone and the sharp graze of barnacles.