A suffocated stunt kite plummets out of the sky, lands with a sound like belly flop contained in a tiled pool. It's nylon threads are stranded at angles around the beach huts. A man walking his square cornered plodding dog doesn't see the taught wires across his path and they slice and cut his check below the eye. He is swearing to the wind as the dog looks up at him, head to one side. He turns back into the wind, taking determined steps, holding his hat in place.
I sat behind a groyne, away from the relentless blast of the wind, watched a purple sky gathering itself into a high bank of darkness. Shakily chalked on the wall beside me was a comforting smiling figure. Possibly a portrait of Humpty Dumpty, but more likely a proud drawing of someone's Daddy.