First view of the sea, before dropping down the other side to the firmer sand of the beach. Looking over to the pier of Rye harbour where we would head - going left was banned to dogs. Setting off across teh flat sand into the strong wind, trying to avoid getting sand in our eyes, heading for the end of the piers marking the river rother..
Looking back to the village of Camber and a large number of kites flying over the beach.
Approaching the edge of the piers, sea and river, just time for a paddle
Bertie does not like the moving water and runs away, then back to be with us. Looking along the length of the sand into the distance with the power station a faint outline on teh far extreme.
Back to the dunes, to the left of where we had broken through. The wind was blowing miniature sand storms over the beach.
Climbing the dunes to return along the tops - unfortunately it was not mined with dog poo but human.
looking inland from teh top of the dunes, and back out to sea
I missed the track to the coast guard cottages and we went along the dunes to the track we came out on and back to the field.