There is a dampness in the air that is a result of a heavy mist that is slowly moving on shore and masking everything in its path. The air is still and the balcony plants that are able to, are eagerly lapping up the moisture on their leaves.
The sun was sighted for all but a brief moment but that was due to me missing its actual appearance over the horizon line. Nevertheless, I was able to snap a couple of shots before it rose behind a solid curtain of grey cloud.
The sea has a slight undulating wave to it, and with the tide being out, there is a long wash from the final breaking that then leisurely makes its way to the ever waiting/ever patient golden sands of the shoreline, where upon meeting the two meld into one, before the wash disappears from sight, buried somewhere in the layers of sand.
The Point is bare of surfers and the Esplanade has only the most hardy/dedicated person taking advantage of the walkways.
Looking inland, the Hinterland is hidden from view and only an impressive wall of grey can be seen, stationed as it were, between the highway and the mountain range.
One gets the feeling of being slowly boxed in, however, all in all it is a restful sight.