Rising from a fitful night's sleep in the back of my car I donned my head torch and stumbled over the headland at 2am.
Fleswick Bay said the sign. Silence held the cliff face as I picked my way down the dark, rock strewn gorge to find this. Life size denizens formed of sandstone.
I waited for the first rays of pre-dawn light, and for the kiss of the tide between their legs.
Museum quality paper and pigment inks