A day at the seaside

The day was perfect. A blue sky a warm day and the sea a hive of activity as the board riders and the dingy sailors launch into a light swell. The children poking about in the rocks hunting for crabs and other shoreline creatures waiting the tide to turn, were excited as much by their freedom to roam, without the parental precautionary warning, relieving Mom and Dad of some of their fears.
Dogs are in the ascendancy. Short ones, tall ones, fat ones, slim ones, - and these are only the "owners" !! Loving and adorable they  gaze into the eyes of their alter ego, instinctively awaiting the next move in this ballet of subjugation.
Seen from the dogs point of view its simply "where is the next meal coming from ?        
The semicircular sweep of the bay, partly ringed by brightly painted beach huts which, in years gone by the  the bathing belles of their day would emerge in their swimwear, dip a toe in the water and then retire again to the security of the hut.  Now-a-days the huts are part of the English obsession  with exclusivity which the ownership of a postage stamp sized piece of real-estate brings. 
A common currency throughout our land, we look "up", they look "down". The commoner on the commoners path, the privileged, in their quaint way, maintaining that essential exclusivity which a metre or two and a privet fence can bring.
The cliff path is dotted with people out enjoying the late season sunshine. The professional hiker with his rucksack water-bottle and boots strides the path, head down counting the miles as he ticks off another achievement, 20 miles today. The 'oldies' mark their scent in terms of a couple of hundred yds, with a pit stop on a bench every 50 !!   Young lovers gaze not at the scenery but into each others eyes revealing more beauty in that suggestive impassioned stare than all the wave strewn rocks and sand and sea could ever conjure. Its humanity in all its splendour.