For me, there is nothing as beautiful as the sea on a windy day. I watched this scene for a long time from the beach at Greatstone, Kent. It is a wild scene with stretches of shingle and very few people.
Bright sun and blue skies spread high above a green sea ever rising to the high tide and the clouds came over covering the sun. The wind freshened, throwing the sea against the rocks in pale plumes of spray springing from white, foam-topped waves. Pushing inshore from the South-West, the green sea grew pewter grey as the clouds stalked across the blue sky.
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