In the far distance on the left, twin plumes of steam (not smoke, just water vapour) rise above the steel works. (I've never seen it in that arrangement before.)

Much closer to home, the sea blasts itself up against the rock shelf creating a rather spectacular spray.

Neither of these concern the birds on the beach, the two flying above, the woman walking towards the rock pool, or the guy who has an even hairier back than mine who is about to climb into the pool.