Everything is magnified today. The Harvest moon amplifies the tides scattering large pounded stones across the top of the beach. A north-easterly wind blows so hard the fresh water in the stream jumps into the air, forced over the large pebbles and is propelled out to sea. The clear lens of the Cornish light enhances everything.
Sand holds impressions of wellingtons, trainers, dog paws, horses hooves and water currents. Not for long though as the wind whips snaking lines of low airborne sand diagonally across the surface of the beach.
Further along bubbles of fresh water emerge like coldwater geysers through a thin layer of water – a welcome oasis for parched dogs enjoying the winter season access.
Today the clear blue sky is broken only by the vivid hues of kites and sails. A wind surfer skims across the waves soaring into the air, board and sail turning a perfect circle. Man and elements momentarily in accord.
Closer to the Lifeguard station long elongated sandy ‘S’s stretch diagonally to the sea under a gleaming layer of water. The shallows escape the wind but as the depth increases the wind agitates the surface into small reptilian scales.
This beach stretches for miles and it is the day of a windsurfing competition. Tripods with hefty lenses straddle a safe distance from the water’s edge poised for the perfect shot. Athletic bodies in black wetsuits stand around in groups assessing the form, boards and sails lying lifeless on the sand.
But it is the kite surfers flying through the air then lightly landing to skim along the crests of the waves, that holds the gaze.
On this bit of beach the sandy ‘S’s have lengthened into long tiger stripes, golden yellow on the leeward side and speckled grey/black on the windward side.
The nearby observers shelter by large outcrops of mussel encrusted rocks, as jackets are unzipped and faces turn to the sun.