A torch like sun in a steel grey sky. Its light kisses the water on a breathless day. Sand rolls out like a carpet to meet the lapping waves. People stroll as their charges charge. In the shallows four horses wander in single file and follow the horse shoe curve. I stand by a seasonal victual monger that promises cold beer. But not today. Not in this seaside chill. In the distance a container ship slips by slowly far out. I turn and leave Camber sands too.