and the scraping squeal Of seabirds' voices far away, and bells, Five bells. Five bells coldly ringing out.

The hot weather of late has meant plenty of time at the beach. I'm not a middle-of-the-day beachgoer though, I prefer to stick to mid-mornings and late-afternoons (when the sharks feed).

These shots were taken at Clifton Beach, just east of here. We've got to the point where Henry and Ezra are keen to do more than dip their toes in. They better get a wriggle on though, as the hot weather won't last very long!