The picture you see (above in the permanent window) is of me, and my son (captured by my wife) on a very northern point of a West Scottish island in late 2010. I was lucky enough to be watching through a set of borrowed binoccs (thanks Dad, hope I got all the sand out!) as an otter dived for its lunch!
It was magical – the sea met the sky without any discernable join, and the otter stayed just within view, bobbing for its prey for about half an hour. By mid afternoon the mist and the otter had moved on. But the scenery … OMG, you have to, have to see our country – it is amazing! Truly amazing!
Later, an elderly couple with two mad dogs (one Spaniel and one larger, equally enthusiastic sandy-coloured lump of happiness) joined us on this secret beach for a short while, but they moved on, leaving us to our warm cheese sarnies and our flask of strong black tea.
We splayed our toes in sandy spikey grass, and we claimed this lost-in-the-tide lovers’ beach as our own.
It’s your beach too, you just have to find it.