Bleak sand and Grey rocks form a beach and a jetty. Salt spray washes up as it meets the barrier of the land. The cold wind sweeps in and forces couples to huddle close. The dark sky heralds the coming storm. Snow falls from the heavens and begins to blow with the wind. Ships bear the brunt of the early winter. Summer has forsaken the coast and retreated. Now only the hearty stand here. Standing firm is not for the faint of heart. Stone cottages stand empty except for those who were born here. The light house stands as a solemn sentry against danger as the waves thunder and crash. Nature is no longer kind, but for any who will dare, life can be exciting when the costal winter comes.