Sunday Swim (in short-shorts, not Freakin' Green Elf Shorts!)

 Despite wearing my square-cuts (you're not the only one, Maddie!) under my shorts on Saturday, I didn't venture into the sea for a swim as the East wind was a little too cool and strong, so it was a bit choppy, and the beach was a bit too stony.
 Sunday, however, was a different matter.  I didn't wear my trunks (but I did take them), the breeze was warm and from the South, and the stones had been covered with sand (mostly).  Ideal for swimming!

 I found a secluded spot near the End-of-the-Line, and shimmied into my trunks.  The cormorant in the photo above flew off at the sight of my pasty white body.  Rude!
 Then I waded into the sea which was delightfully warm, and proceeded to engage in a bit of languid breaststroke (keeping my head above water, a bit like this but without the nest of ducks) before flipping onto my back and sculling around looking at the increasingly cloudy sky:

There's a bird (probably a seagull) in this shot

And a small aeroplane in this one.

 Then, due to an influx of people (because of the receding tide), it was time to go, so I hauled myself out of the sea, dried off, got dressed, and made my way back along the beach towards home.  On the way I passed a VERY Hot Dad (with his wife and child - Urgh!) - all broad shoulders, impressive chest, and big arms.  As I was walking towards where they'd set up, I kept hoping he'd remove his T-shirt because it was so hot.  But he didn't.  Probably for the best as I might have caused a scene by fainting, or something.
 Anyway, when I got half-way up the cliff, I suddenly remembered something Eros had said and, out of curiosity, pointed Camera down to where the Hot Dad was.  I was in luck!  Kind of.  Hot Dad was walking from the sea back to his family but HE STILL HAD HIS T-SHIRT ON!  Bugger.

A Hot Dad!  Although you wouldn't really know at this distance.  I need a better zoom!

oOo

Interlude

If you love the velvety feel of the finest grade polyputthekettleon "velour" against your wizened, leathery nubile, young skin, and the jingle of tiny bells when you sashay around the house doing the houseboys chores, then you may be interested to learn that

The Return of the Revenge of the Son of
The Freakin' Green Elf Shorts Caption Competition

is now on over at Rimpy's place!

oOo

 While I was searching for those photos yesterday, I also found these from 5th July:

I wonder what she/he is looking so smug about?

The End-of-the-Line as seen from Sidestrand Beach

Sidestrand chalk bed (above and below)

 That's it for now.  Have a good week everyone, and good luck in the FGES compo!