Afternoon spring tide in the very depth of winter, monochrome sky above a monochrome sea, the shingle lying bare and seemingly reaching out to Fawley across Southampton Water, Newtown Creek and the high ground on the Isle of Wight in the distance.
You might think that a few hardy souls were out sailing a lone yacht on such a day, but the protected waters of the Solent were busy with yachts, motorboats, the ferry on it's way to Cowes and shipping taking the dog leg channel around the Bramble Bank before heading eastward out of the Solent.
On the foreshore cockle pickers or perhaps bait diggers took the opportunity to get out on the exposed sea bed.
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