I took shelter in a sea-level cave, but the rain stopped as quickly as it had started. Before long, I was back in the sun, exploring the low-tide beach.
The weather continued to change quickly throughout the day as clouds rallied on the horizon and swept over on their way inland. Gannets drifted on taut wings in front of the cliffs. Some surfers took on the sunlit waves. A group of boys played hide-and-seek beneath the eroded rock face.
Even in the uncompromising March weather, I felt a collective understanding that this place was a paradise.