Clouds are streaming over the sea as wind races them through at full volley. They're low this time, weighty and surfing so they almost bob with the waves that reach up to meet them. Headland and mountains provide extra nooks and crannies in their routes and they concertedly skirt around these obstacles. Sometimes, they misjudge the rocks and the skirts are kicked up, creating huge froths of lacy layers - all colours and textures swept up in to the air in one fleecy bundle.
