When I walked on the beach a couple of days ago - Saturday, I think - I kept noticing rocks that had surfaces like crumpled paper. Right now, car buffeted by a strong wind from the south, the sea's surface is a crumple of blue and whitewash. It looks frantic. The seagulls are hunched low and cannot find stillness - they are being moved and ruffled. Horizon clouds hang low, a dirty grey, jagged puffs. The green and dark blue of the water has a fathomless depth to its surface - you can feel the unease, see the unrest. The lowering sun glints sharply in the side mirror and casts a dirty yellow. The world feels to be in a striving fit today.