I passed this woman as I strolled along the promenade at Margate. She was there, still staring across the beach to the sea, when I walked back later. Was she waiting for someone? Was she dreaming of being somewhere else? Was she merely enjoying the sun and sea on a rare good July day? Was she wishing she could physically and mentally unbutton herself and join in the uninhibited jollity of the beach?
Photo: Promenade, Margate, July 2012