By ‘eck it were blowin’ on the fabulous long beach at St Anne’s today. My face is glowing and my lungs are full to the brim with good clean Lancashire air. In the first photo here I tried to capture the whoosh and movement involved in the wind’s blowing, drying and pushing hard across the surface of the beach. Broken shells acted as little sand dams and looking at them from above we imagined we were seeing something similar to a newly rediscovered ancient civilisation – an entire buried city brought to life before our eyes by a stiff Lancashire wind. In the second, the mackerel sky suggested rain for tomorrow. Whipped and chilled by the wind today, it was wonderfully sunny!