It's been a lovely sunny - if a bit cold - day here, so this morning I took Bitey down to the beach for a walk. We came down the cliff just before the east slope and slipway and made our way west.
(That's Trimingham sticking out into the sea on the horizon in the photo above; and the view north-northwest from halfway down the cliff, below.)
No, we're going the other way, Bitey!
Everyone loves looking at a big groyne and its reflection, don't they?
The beach huts have made it through the winter storms unscathed. So far...
Mind the gap.
From a distance the sea spray looks like mist.
While I was taking this photo, Bitey found a dead sea bird and wouldn't let me anywhere near him to remove it from his mouth...
... so I kept walking while he followed at a safe distance.
(After a lot of feinting this way and that, doubling back, and feigning disinterest, I eventually managed to get the horrid bird out of Bitey's mouth half way up the main slope.)
Vos Grace (last seen here - with Vos Gorgeous, rather vexingly)
* Because Vos Gorgeous is in Aber-bloody-deen!
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