I have become chary of referring to people as “old” since I am already past an age which I would have considered ancient when I was, say, 25. These two, sitting at the top of the beach at Daymer Bar, were probably not much older than I am.
Perhaps it was his grey trousers, braces and straw hat. Perhaps it was the fold-up chairs. All unexceptional and appropriate, but somehow signifying a generational gap even from me.
There was no great composition here. Others were coming off the beach and about to block the view and I snatched a quick shot into the light.