Casting hope into chocolate brown water. Fighting against tide and time to disprove hard won knowledge and experience. A violent, unyielding day.
Buoyant Shag diving in deep water; mere yards from the battered shingle shore. Searching the submerged cauldron, indifferent to the constant buffeting of both undertow and tidal surge.
Rock bound Herring Gull look on in amused disinterest. Preening and resting high above the pounding onslaught. Below breakers crash into the ever eroding strata.
Arcing braid curve cutting through the water as rod tip jumps and predator becomes prey. Spent bronze slab on the monochrome surface; all too quickly beached and admired, but returned to the gloom to fight another day...