The gentle surf softly caressed the beach like a flirtatious lover, fickly enticing back the sand and shingle only to spurn it and toss it back to the shoreline. The shimmering, blood red sun had begun to slip more quickly toward the horizon as two young children played happily by the rock pools watched lovingly by their mother who was enjoying the last of the warmth from the gradually weakening solar rays.
Little seven-year-old Nathaniel Brookes carefully examined a clump of ribbon seaweed secured at the edge of a rocky outcrop leading down to a miniature lagoon. His expression was serious as he probed the fronds of the water plant and watched as a small crustacean darted away to the comparative safety of a tiny crevice. Nathaniel’s dark eyes lit up with pleasure as he saw tiny fish swim quickly across pebbles to hide under an overhang. “Naomi! Naomi, come see,” he cried out to his little four-year-old sister who toddled to join him at the water’s edge. Their pretty mother watched them with love and pride when a shout came echoing down from the cliff top.
–by Elizabeth Revill, from Against The Tide