We met up with one of my oldest school friends at his St Ouen's Bay café. It's currently being rebuilt, and we climbed up to the roof to look at the view. It's slap bang in the middle of the bay, and the bay curves round to the encircling arms of the island cliffs. An Atlantic swell was rolling in, amplified by the rapid shelving beach and giving the surfers a challenging set of waves.
The sun was starting its rapid winter descent through the last of the anti-cyclonic haze, turning the air that peculiar white gold you only ever get at this time of the year, framed between the solid columns of Corbiere Lighthouse and Rocco Tower.
A dog ran into the waves.
A few minutes later a surfer was wading out through the icy water, ready to join his compatriots floating out where the waves began to break...
St Ouen's Bay, St Peter, Jersey