Parkes and I took a walk on Sunday evening in Eastcliff. The atmosphere was muggy and intense but the air and sea were very still. It was almost like a violent storm was approaching from afar bringing with it apocalyptic doom.

In the picture you can see a bloke on the beach who has just let his dog poo and not cleared it up. Maybe he thought "Well, we're all gonna die in this coming storm - one little dog turd won't matter".