A Morning at Seaham
I arrived at Seaham early, before most people were out, and found the beach almost completely empty. Apart from the sound of gulls and the waves rolling onto the shore, everything was quiet.
I'd originally decided to head up onto the moors to photograph the heather, but since they were on fire, I had to change my plans. Instead, I followed the coastline north, and I'm glad I did.
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Out on the rocks, a group of cormorants had gathered, standing with their wings stretched wide. They looked almost as though they were posing for photographs. Every so often, one would glide out across the water before returning to the rocks, until eventually the whole group took off together.
Then, just as I was leaving, the gannets showed up. I had no idea they were here at Seaham, having travelled all the way up to North Berwick earlier in the year to see them. They circled high above, then suddenly dove straight down, and I spent ages watching them dive into the sea.
As I wandered back along the beach, the morning light caught tiny pieces of sea glass scattered among the pebbles.
