I "accidentally" went for a saunter along the beach this morning, inexplicably taking Camera with me, despite saying that I wouldn't do so (to prevent this sort of variation-on-a-theme series of beach photos). Oh, well...
|The Groyne at the End-of-the-Line complete with...|
|... familiar feathered Familiars|
|Straddling the mighty groyne, this is the view back West|
|And this, the view East|
|Beyond the End-of-the-Line is nothing but sand and sky|
(until one reaches Trimingham after a couple of miles or so)
|The Moon has been a bit lazy lately, and hasn't been pulling her weight tide-wise,|
hence these still standing clay & sand sculptures from recent cliff falls
|With Overstrand's Vasquez Rocks long lost to the sea, the Sidestrand version will have to do for now|
|The high tides haven't even managed to reach the foot of the cliffs, which are now parched...|
|... well, the bits that aren't being moistened by cliff run-off (not Richard)|
|Haven't seen one these since last year.|
|One of a few Small Skippers|
|There were one or two Common Blues about, too|
|Although, if this one's not careful, there'll be one less...|
So, despite this lapse, I have actually got something completely different lined up for my next post: Babysitting in Spaaaaaace!
I bet you can't wait, can you?