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

Tippi Hedren foolishly thought she could take her boat out...

It looks far more dramatic facing East...

… than it does facing West

This is the view from Madam's Lane during the afternoon perambulation.  The white dot in the trees on the horizon is Cromer Lighthouse, and the grey dot amongst the trees in front of it is the top of Overstrand church tower

I took Count Podgekinson down onto the prom again.  Facing East in the afternoon isn't as dramatic as doing so in the morning

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 Then, the following photos are from yesterday, the last day of basking under blue skies and temperatures in the low twenties (Celsius - that's 70-75°F for those in the US), and probably my last sea swim of the year.  Well, for the foreseeable, anyway.  Who knows, we may get some more balmy weather later in October, but I doubt it?

This is where I stopped for my swim.  That's the End-of-the-Line in the distance

When I first arrived, there were no lifeforms clinging to the end of this groyne.  That soon changed, however

Gah!  Someone call an exorcist!

These Cormorants swam from the End-of-the-Line (or beyond), diving for fish as they did so

Now you see me...

… Now you don't!

The End-of-the-Line

A queue of Cormorants, patiently waiting for their turn to move to the end and dive off

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 That's it for today. The next post may be Star Trek-related (if I pull my finger out and actually come up with something for this month's art challenge), or it could feature hot, naughty dancers and relatives from the future.
 Hope you all have great weekends!