I managed a brief walk on the beach at Stella Plage in northern France on Easter Saturday morning after a quick stopover before heading off to visit family in Chartres. After a brief gander, my daughters retreated to the car demanding I was quick. This is one of the best stretches of uninterrupted sand I know. Just sky, sea, beach and dunes. They all blend into great scenes. On this day the clouds seemed to mimic the waves and tumble into the sea. Even the German war bunkers daubed in more recent graffiti become part of, and add to, the landscape as the sand slowly consumes them. It was short and sweet apart from the stroppy phone call to complain how long I'd been. I'll be back in the summer for more.
