Saturday, 17 August 2019

Saturday Swim: Silhouettes, Sundials, and Seals. Oh, my!

 Here are some very similar photos to a plethora of others found here on my blog.  I am nothing if not consistant.  Except for when I'm not.
 Anyway, these are from this morning's drift down to the beach (where I managed to have a swim without being disturbed by people or seals).  First up, some groynes in silhouette (almost):

Hang on.  There's something other than groynage here...

Oh.  I might have known.

A Flock of Seagulls (and terns)

Hanging around on the groyne at the End-of-the-Line

This is where I stopped for a swim.  Well, on the other side of those steps.

09:49 - time to go...

... back along the beach...

... where it's brightened up somewhat

No more silhouetted groynage

But something dark and sinister is lurking out there

Sorry.  Did I say dark and sinister?  I meant fat and lazy!

Was it something I said?

Back at the bottom of the slipway leading up to the village and home.


  1. What? No silhouette of Mr DeVice bathing among the groynes and shags? I am disappointed. Jx

  2. I don't know how to tell the time from a sundial *starts wailing*
    cute seal though.

    1. When the big shadow is near the brown pebble, and the little shadow is non-existent (as it should be), then it's hazard-a-guess-o'clock!

      But, in this case, the biggest, angular, grey pebble is 12, and the shadow is the hour hand, so it's nearly 10 o'clock.

  3. Nice gnomon. Wasn't "Flock of Seagulls" a band back in stoneage ? I could search, but am lazy. And fat. *gargl* Gray & Wrinkled too - *starts wailing*

    1. Oh, don't you start wailing too, Mago - I'm useless with displays of emotion (I don't know why everyone can't be robots?). If it makes you feel better, Flock of Seagulls was a band (with bizarre hair, as I recall), and I couldn't be bothered to search or link to a website or wiki either, what with being too lazy. And grey & wrinkled.

      * tries not to think about the inordinate amount of cake scoffed this afternoon *

      * and the bag of crisps sitting next to the keyboard *


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