Friday, 9 August 2019

End-of-the-Line Update #2

 This is the End-of-the-Line as of yesterday.  As you can see by comparing it to last month's update, the hungry sea has eaten away enough of the collapsed cliff to enable one to walk behind the revetment to get to The Other Side!!!
 I was going to post some "before" pictures here, but I can't be bothered, so you'll just have to click back and forth between this post and the previous update (if you could be bothered to click the link, that is) to make your comparisons.

Who's that teetering atop the tip of this massive groyne?

Oh, it's you again.

I did get a little bit rained on...


 In an uncharacteristic show of concern, The Very Mistress warned me not to burn my groyne.   
 Unfortunately, her warning came to late, as you can see in this photo on the left.

 I'm pretty sure it's not a friction burn...


  1. Oh dear...It looks as if someone has been timing something.Did you happen to hear the strains of "Bolero" perchance...

    1. As a matter of fact, I did. And the urge to speed up at the end was irresistible.

  2. Obviously, you slipped up with the Slip! Slop! Slap! and got sloppy. *Slap!*

    1. A second slap from the Very Mistress?? I don't know if I've done something right or wrong...?

  3. I see you are flaunting your cormorant.
    Anyhow, your sundial will come in handy should we have any more incidents with the National Grid. You are wise to think ahead.

    1. That cormorant flaunts itself, the floozy...

      I tried to make some money out of constructing and selling sundials, but the good old British non-sun summertime has put paid to that!


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