There was a bit of a chill in the air in Sidmouth yesterday, and  taking photos with gloves on isn’t the easiest way. But I parked and went east, barely looking towards the sea until I got to the cliff.

This area calls itself the beginning of our Jurassic coast, but the stone is in fact even earlier, Triassic sandstone, and a mile or so further east, the cliff changes to chalk, towards Beer on the horizon. I was looking to see if there has been any further erosion.

Then I turned back towards the west and the low winter sun.

I was immediately stuck by the pink line that looked like a sand bar. It isn’t, just the sun sliding through low clouds.

I walked the length of the seafront, mesmerised.

The sky became increasingly dramatic.

I snapped away happily and stared, probably with my mouth open.

The view was lovely right to the end of the path. My hands were frozen by then, so I found shelter, and tomato and paprika soup in my favourite sea front café, Mocha. I even got the best seat, in the corner with a high stool by the window.

I didn’t edit these photos, except to make them smaller, and they don’t quite show the vibrant colours, so I’ll have to leave it to your imagination.