8.00am and a fine drizzle. Time limited so I worked quickly musing over my line of attack should the distant greyhound run any nearer. Tide steadily encroaching, rehearsed escape route up rocks and returned with camera poised to catch the first wave touching the stones. I waited and waited... tantalized by gentle lapping water not quite reaching. But alas! Before I could snap the shutter a cheeky wave caught me unawares and my circle vanished beneath a swirling white froth!