Last Days of Summer

Wednesday's sun rise

 Despite Summer having been over for almost a month, the weather didn't get the message and continued with sunshine and warm (if not downright hot) temperatures for most of September.  There were a few days of clouds, rain and mid-teen temperatures, but they were soon boiled away.
 Now, however, our Indian Summer appears to have come to an end as Autumn takes over.  Although, the forecast is still looking pretty good for the first half of October, as the temperatures are only set to drop to between 14-16°C.

 Anyway, Wednesday was spent baby-sitting Count Podgekinson, which entailed two walks around the village and surrounding environs in the hope that he'd fall asleep in his push-chair.  Only the morning walk was successful in that regard.  
 Here are the photos from the walks:  

I wheeled Count Podgekinson down onto the promenade hoping that the proximity to the sound of the sea would send him to sleep.  It didn't. 

Cromer Pier in the distance

Of Gorgeous, Beach Huts and Breakwaters

 Yes, that comma in the title is supposed to be there. It would be a stretch to call the beach huts here "gorgeous" - I mean, they're not hideous, but they're quite a way from gorgeous.  Speaking of which, the Gorgeous is quite far off, as can be seen further down in this continuation from yesterday's photo post... 

The tide was out far enough to expose the Sea Witch's house

Not the Usual Suspects at the End-of-the-Line

 The last couple of days have been bright and sunny, so it was down to the beach for a wander.  I've split yesterday's photos up into two posts - this one, featuring Not the Usual Suspects, and a forthcoming post which is all about the beach and the other groynes.  

The Groyne at the End-of-the-Line (including a smattering of cormorants)

I think this is some kind of Pipit.  Probably a Rock Pipit (Anthus petrosus)?
If you look closely, you can see a woodlouse or some other isopod in its beak

Missing: Hilarious Strap-On Bottoms

 Well, another hastily smushed together post is here.
 Despite having had a week off work - with another week to go - I don't seem to have accomplished very much.  I've got a Star Trek art project to do, but every time I sit down to make a start, I end up procrastinating something chronic.  Case in point: Hairy Legs on the right, there.  I caught him staring at me doing nothing from my ceiling, so I papped him.

 Then, on one of my wanders down on to the beach, I managed to snap this Small Blue butterfly resting in the sun.  Usually, they're so flighty that one can't get near enough for a photo, but I think this one had tired itself out.

Hit and Run: The Freakin' Green Elf Shorts are on the move!

 The latest unfortunate wearer of the Freakin' Green Elf Shorts - Alpo Jones - is documenting the torture and debasement that comes with those detestable polyestables.
Here is a taster of what's in store:

 You can see the full post here, with more (including a very suspect stain) here.

 This post is brought to you in association with Rimpy Rimpington Inc.

5 out of 10 households prefer Kormorant & Tetris

 What?

 What?

 The title.  What are you going on about?  What does it mean?

It doesn't mean anything!

 Actually, it's the best I could come up with on short notice for this hastily smushed together post.

Ah.  That explains it.

 Does it?  I'm still none the wiser.

So, what does it mean?

 Well, my SubC was right-

Hah!

 Oh, shut up.  It doesn't really mean anything. Its just an amalgamation of Mago's amusing "Kormorant and Tetris" comment (because this post contains cormorants) on my most recent It's A Faaaake! post (Mago was describing Koromandis the Chandir, and th'Thanticar the Andorian), and the second part of this post which deals with five out of the most recent ten videos I've watched according to my YouTube Library History.

 What a strange combination.  What on Earth made you think these two disparate things would go together?

 Nothing!  I just thought that as so many of the posts here lately have been about the same tired old subject matter (beaches, cormorants and seals)- 

Because you, Witchface, can't be arsed to pull your finger out and write about Cusp-related goings-on and the like!

 Rude!  You could get off your arse and go somewhere other than the bloody beach, you know.

 I could, but I don't want to!  Anyway, I thought I'd try and liven up this post with something a little different, so be quiet and let me get on with it!

 Hmmph.

And "Hmmph!" from me, too!

 Right.  Now that those two have shut the Hells up, let's get on with this, shall we?  The following photos are from Thursday 13th September:

In the bath 10 years ago...

 Before we get to my bath, here's something I threatened a couple of months ago:

Book on a Chair: The Final Tour

 These are the very few books I've managed to read since Anne McCaffrey's The Rowan back in January:

Books on an chair arbour in the garden
Not pictured: Among the Wild Cybers
(because it's also on my Kindle)

∘ The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (Wayfarers 1), by Becky Chambers
∘ Star Trek: Federation, by Judith & Garfield Reeves-Stevens
∘ Greater Than The Sum (Star Trek: The Next Generation), by Christopher L. Bennett
∘ Gods of Night (Star Trek: Destiny), by David Mack
∘ Mere Mortals (Star Trek: Destiny), by David Mack
∘ Lost Souls (Star Trek: Destiny), by David Mack
∘ Among the Wild Cybers: Tales Beyond the Superhuman, by Christopher L. Bennett
∘ Calvin and Hobbes: Revenge of the Baby-Sat, by Bill Watterson
and I've made a start on Record of a Spaceborn Few (Wayfarers 3), by Becky Chambers

 I thought today was an excellent time to do a book update because I also did one nine years ago exactly which features one of the books here.

oOo

 And now the feature presentation:

At the Other End of the Line

Just ignore Cutie-Pie up there (last seen here) -
she's trying to lull you into a false sense of security

 Beyond the End-of-the-Line, past the Kingdom of the Crab People and the Chalk Rafts of Verstrandt, and even further on than the final stop of the NightShip, lies a realm where science is scorned, magic is an annoyance, and reality is something that happens to other people.

 Yes!  Join me on yesterday's journey to the Other-End-of-the-Line!

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What is this trickery?  A cliff face and its mini-me?  It can only occur beyond...

… the End-of-the Line!

It's A Faaaake! Not The Art Of Star Trek - Wild Things

Continued from... It's A Faaake!  Not The Art Of Star Trek - Seeing Double

 Well, I didn't use any of those photos from a couple of weeks ago (was it really that long ago?) for August's Art Challenge.  This was mainly because I had to go haring around the countryside after Koromandis and th'Thanticar managed to escape to the woods and then to the chalk beds.  Despite this, somehow I managed to take loads of photos of them (they're so patient) as they plotted their next move.  And it's from those photos that I found one suitable for the art challenge.
 This second batch came out much better than the first lot, so I didn't have to resort to adjusting the contrast and brightness etc.

 But before we get to my challenge image, Koromandis and th'Thanticar are in danger of getting lost in the woods as they search for a way into a different environment:

 Having found their way to the chalk beds, the two Starfleet Occult Operations officers plot their escape, hoping to signal their shuttlecraft using their appropriated crystal ball and divining stick.

Cormorantermission

The End-of-the-Line

 Bad news, everybody: Despite making you suffer with two Star Trek-related posts within the last month, I have another one coming up.  So, here's a little intermission to take your mind off it. 
 These photos are related to the Trek posts, though, as they depict the disturbance of some familiar Familiars as I buggered about on the beach with my Andorian and Chandir subjects.

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 25th August - Scouting mission

Almost on the horizon just before the surf appears to meet the most distant cliff, one can just about make out some black specks on the beach 

Here they are in not-so-magnificent (as) close-up (as I could get)

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