Grey sky, a sombre sea gently lapping the red sandstone cliff, creating swirls of pale red-brown foam floating along the shingle beach. The mournful wail of a seagull, a solitary cormorant suddenly disappearing below the water. Three anglers on the jetty hoping for mackerel.
Have just finished reading Heartbreak at Wounded Knee by Dee Brown- such a harrowing, detailed account of the destruction of the Native American people.