There is a beach between Lyme Regis and Charmouth which can only be accessed at low tide. Consequently, it is to me a place of great wonderment. Strange rocks punctuate the shoreline and endless pieces of pottery from a once-was tip on top of the cliffs can be found.
I used to make a habit of walking this beach as much as possible. One winter’s evening, near the solstice, I was walking along at sunset. Ahead of me, around 80 people stood on The Cobb in Lyme Regis, watching the sun sink slowly into the horizon. From my vantage point, the sun lined up directly above them. The crystal clear evening air was perfectly still and a band of orange sunlight extending all the way along the horizon.
It was utterly beautiful.