The Bay from Williamstown   Under looming rain the bay is hard, wind gravelling its surface. From here, without fence or bollard to prove land’s end it seems I could step out on the water, walk amongst the dinghies and sailboats set into this uncracked glaze-like installation or sculpture, part-interred. I chart my path, imagine the hard return of sea beneath my soles but before I can stand the wind and sun shift and the lilting call of halyards on masts begins. The bay returns to water; the sea is just sea.   Kristen Roberts