Last Thursday I went for a walk along Hive beach and found there was hardly a tideline at all: the sea had been right up to the cliff base and taken all the debris and swept it down to Portland or buried it under a carpet of fine gravel. Even close to low tide the wind was propelling the occasional finger of foam right up the beach.
Really the only things I found were whelk egg clusters and numbers of pieces of drink cans ripped apart by the sea and shore . The tin can pieces dance east, driven by the wind at a pace I can’t keep up with walking. I have grown quite fond of these ragged bits of aluminium and am thinking I may do more with them.
I walked a little way on to Cogden Beach where the tideline was messy and mostly composed of battered wood and reedy weeds. I didn’t see any dead or injured birds. It was only when I got home that I started to hear about the terrible problems that guillemots and razorbills faced from a slick of as yet unknown pollutant. It looks as if commercial greed is the culprit again: most likely a ship illegally flushing its tanks.
It was quite a shock to feel the strength of the wind when I turned to come back. It was then that it became important to tread lightly and save my energy.