Death on the Beach

 No, not my death (again). 
  Although we would forgive you for thinking it as we haven't been around much lately.
 Death. You know, tall chap, on the gaunt side, wears black and carries a scythe? Well, anyway, him.
 As it happens, I haven't actually seen him down on the beach myself as he's not really one for sunbathing, but is very good at skinny-dipping- 

Emaciated-dipping, more like!

 Well, yes, but I know he's been around lately - and not from coming across his rather distinctive footprints in the sand - rather coming across other evidence.
  But before we get to the macabre, lets have some triffids and such:

An array of Common spotted orchids (Dactylorhiza fuchsii) growing on the cliffs in Overstrand

The tide's in

Some now wild roses growing on the beach. I suspect they were once in someone's garden until both it and the house fell down the cliff.

A Ringlet butterfly (Aphantopus hyperantus)

Glassy smooth Overstrand beach

For Dinahmow as she likes a big groyne

End of the line

Cormorants perched on the end of Dinahmow's favourite groyne

"Oh, crap! I spy Death!"

"What did he say?"  "Who?"  "Who's a spy?"

"Oh, no! The shadow of Death is upon us!"

"Let's get out of here!"

"Faster! Fly faster!"

"Byeeeeee!"

"Wait a minute...  That's not Death. They're Triffids!!!"

"Eeek! I hope they don't find me under this stone."

A victim. Although, whether animal, vegetable or mineral, I don't know.

Another victim. I think this was a curlew, with a slight possibility of being a whimbrel.

Oh, deer... (Mundesley is only a few miles away from Overstrand)

The Vos Grace keeping an eye on things.

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 That's it beach-wise for now.  When we return, we shall address the topic of tin foil that has cropped up in the comments lately.  You might want to make sure you have plenty in stock!