The forecast for Worthing wasn’t good.
When we arrived on Friday evening we needed to grab something to eat.
Except that when we arrived on the sea-shore the weather was delightfully benign.
At Goring the tide seemed to go out about half a mile.
I grabbed my cameras and went walking.
What excellent therapy after a busy week.
How was I to know the forecasters would be wrong.
Wandering around amongst the sand and stones I’d banked another happy memory.