The waves are hurling themselves against the shore. This coastline is weather-sculpted; notches, cliffs and coves expertly carved by wind and water. One such cove has become a popular spot for locals to gather – grey seals.
From the viewing point, I can see about 30 on the beach like sea-smoothed pebbles, a kaleidoscope of browns, greys and whites, all flecked and mottled with individual patterns. Most lie clustered at the foot of the cliffs; some sleep almost on top of each other, occasionally slapping a fellow seal in the face with a flipper.
