This north facing coast of East Anglia is notoriously windy. Today the wind is cold.
On the horizon a large ship, stacked high with containers, floats above the horizon, a trick of light.
I watch the waves of the high tide break into the sea wall of the lower concrete promenade. I listen to the heavy flints rolling back and forth in the wave cycle. They clack, clack, clack together.
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CLP 24/03/2021
