CELORIO, 8 SEPTEMBER 2012

There was dry sand and there was wet sand. All was pitch black. I had to make my way around some cliffs now that the tide was out and it was frightening, wet, exciting and beautiful.

When I did arrive there and then I saw it, it wasn't fear, it was the supernatural realisation of my surroundings of cosmic proportions: moon, a barely imaginable horizon line and the ominous RED.

Big, red and definitive. In the early hours of this my newly started 44th year.