Days

'Kamikaze!' We screamed as we jump the dunes, tumbling down covered in sand for the next week, digging it from are ears and every other orifice.
The tide way out eerily, wind turbines - ships distant space-crafts from the future. Pots of clay like islands miles out, deadly calmness, sand that sunk and fascinated. flaking bright white lighthouse protruded from the black lagoon that surrounded it - silt, flies filth and time made an impenetrable moat around its base.
Scattered jellyfish baked in the sun gelatine soft grey...Warm days, we collected razor shells, and dug for Lugworms, before the tide came in.