|Nice day for it|
These photos are all from Thursday's foray out into the fresh air. And talking of lazy, I actually got Broom out and flew down there because I couldn't be bothered to walk!
As always, click the pics to embigulate.
|Broom managed to get to something approaching what one might call "altitude", allowing these photos of magnificent, yet barren, landscapes.|
|Just look at the strata of the cliffs. This is easily missed unless one is flying hundreds of |
|I commanded Broom to swoop down and fly over a sheltered inlet before...|
|... reaching the sea, then...|
|... heading back to shore to begin perambulations.|
|The Thames Guardian whizzing past|
|Ow! My groyne! Someone has attached monitoring devices (no relation) to it.|
I reached the End-of-the-Line, and discovered that someone had attached some sort of monitoring devices (although, they've spelt it wrong) to my* massive groyne. And the perpetrators were arrogant enough to leave their calling card!
This is them - ScanLAB Projects - I wonder what they hope to discover? Other than getting a pounding now and again, this groyne isn't getting much in the way of action...
|End-of-the-Line, complete with monitoring devices|
|Looking West along Overstrand beach from the platform atop the End-of-the-Line|
|Something for Dinahmow: two knobs on a groyne!|
|Ah. The sun's coming out|
|Almost looks summery, doesn't it?|
|This big groyne is basking in the sun|
|"Oh, crap. It's that bloody witch with his camera."|
|"I'm out of here. Byeeeee!"|
* OK, so it's not mine per se, but I clamber all over it and end up astride it often enough to claim it.