No stars today, and probably none for several days (or weeks) to come, due to the lingering murk. Still, it didn't stop me popping out for some fresh air.
As usual, I found myself on the beach wandering east towards the End-of-the-Line. And for one poor coastal denizen, it really was the end of the line...
|"slippery, wet, white foam spraying all over the place" - thank you, Eros.|
|Someone left a bit of groyne in this gaping orifice...|
|And there's more groyne to be seen through this cleft!|
|A tease of blue sky|
|More surging sprays of spume|
|Oog. What's this ghastly gull found to gorge on?|
|Oh, no! A poor passed-on porpoise|
|Mind the gap|
|Ah, the End-of-the-Line|
|I hope you don't find this groyne too overgrown for your liking, Dinahmow?|