Ruby wears Egyptian hand-woven wrap, provinence Luxor; pink fleece, The North Face; Cornish sea salt.
Ruby's child is called Oakley and he is cradled in her lap, wrapped warmly in the thick rug around both of them. He has his father's blonde curly hair and Ruby's grey eyes. He is asleep, worn out with water and sun. The daylight has already sunk behind the dunes, leaving just a reflection in the blue miles of sky and sea. Long shadows rear their arms towards mother and child, where she sits and watches the ever-encroaching surf.
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