So as I stood on Ruby Beach, on the far west of the Olympic Peninsula in Washington, I spotted the nearest thing I've seen to that island where the Moomins tried to live. It was flat, right out on the horizon, nothing visible apart from the towering lighthouse in the middle of the bleakness. Squalls of sleet were sweeping in across the cold North Pacific.
A bald eagle flew out of the storm, flicked a wing and was gone with the wind.
Ruby Beach, Washington