Blue skies in January compel me to squeeze every last sunny drop from the short hours. Saturday’s last light was golden at Compton Beach. It was chilly, sat on the rough grass of the cliff’s edge, but still perfect for a winter’s picnic of tea and brownies.
I always hated tea from a flask, but I’ve just discovered that the secret is proper loose leaf tea without milk (and a big slab of chocolate brownie to help wash it down).
We sipped our tea as the light dipped below the water, glowing orange while the last of the surfers sat and watched that last sunny drop.