An afternoon on the beach: Where Maude’s ‘Most Glorious Birds’ scamper in the sky, a blur of sea and sand. and the chaos of whitewash, frozen in a thousandths of a second.                                               […]

My grandmother, who is 93, lives in the town of Budleigh Salterton. Studly Balterton is what we called it as children. The beach of this sleepy seaside village is completely covered in stones. It makes a strange noise when the small waves rush up on the shore, something similar to a maraka, or one of […]