Solitude

Another bitterly cold East Coast winters day sheltering in the dunes at the top of Southwold beach. I don't know who the solitary figure is but he was the only person brave enough to be out on the freezing shore. I could see him from afar as I walked from the town down towards the harbour.

He stood there, motionless, on the beach staring out to sea.

He was still there in the same position when I moved on to find some warmth and comfort in the harbour Inn.

Sad or thoughtful - who can tell.