Please bear with us; we just have a few photos from some of mid-late July's daydrifts to dump here on the blog, then in the next post, we'll be travelling* to Egypt!
|This is what the End of the Line looks like when the tide's in|
(and, yes, I did get wet getting up there)
|As I couldn't really go past the End of the Line without getting more wet, I decided to sit down...|
|... and dry off amongst the marram grass...|
|... and look at...|
|... the sky. Ooooooohhh!|
Not Ms Scarlet's Field... Ms Scarlet certainly has nothing to worry about. I think I'll stick to coastlines.
|Is that a Tripod coming over the hill?|
|Yikes! Where's it gone?|
|Oh. It's just the radio/phone mast thingy...|
Should anyone be interested, the following photographs show the arduous trek I have to make to get to the beach from Castle DeVice.
When not on Broom, that is!
|About a hundred yards or so past Castle DeVice, the road gives up...|
|... and succumbs to nature...|
|then promptly falls off the cliff.|
|The council very kindly laid a footpath connecting the two separated parts of the village, but that didn't last long either. Luckily, some enterprising soul constructed some impromptu steps out of the destroyed path.|
|Having tottered down then back up the tiny steps, there's more nature to battle through|
(Hound would hate this!)
|What one can't see just in front of the seat is the promenade slope that leads down to the beach (although it can be glimpsed in the third & fourth photo in this set of six).|
* Except we won't, really.