The light was cartoonish on Lumley beach this evening with the bright faded yellow of the Casino right up against the blue deepening of the sky. Behind a tree the setting sun hid orange and the clouds smudged pink to blue-grey. Behind me a solitary girl walks towards me with a neon pink tank top with OBAMA GIRL on the front. I turn to walk back and see two people jogging down the beach over the rust-coloured clumps of seaweed washed in from who knows where. One head bobbing in the evening waves. a forgotten cotton cloud resting on the mountain. Fishermen silhouettes throw lines from the rocks by the tree where the sun was hiding, now gone. Everywhere a darkening pinkishness.