This morning the tide was very low, much lower than any spring tide. The huge harbour was dry, with the sea murmuring uneasily further down the astonished sand.
Myself and three others decided to walk along beneath the sea wall, feeling like ants.
As the harbour wall approached it towered enormously above our heads. We peered underneath a jetty, it was cavernous and very dark. Ocean going liners departed from this spot.
We walked towards a slipway, green with seaweed, and decided to walk up to its top.
At the top we sat down and wondered what had happened to the sea.
One of the others then got out, rather incongruently, his wedding photos and asked me to look through them.
They were in a weird sort of sepia colour and looked ancient even though the wedding took place just a few weeks ago.
Something else to ponder.
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