Saturday, 23 December 2017
For Hire
The lure of a beach hut. Mine would be in the dunes, painted white and simply furnished with a cushioned seat for two and a table big enough for two glasses of wine, one for me , the other for you know who you are.
Saturday, 16 December 2017
Beauty in decay
Sometimes when you look and not just see then you realise that even the most unpromising of subjects can reveal a beauty of its own. This is the lid of a recycling container in all its colourful glory.
Saturday, 9 December 2017
Beach-bound memories
I'd like to think there are but few sad memories of time spent sea-side and a lot of great ones. I have mine, forged forever by the company I can sometimes keep...
Sunday, 3 December 2017
Structural Engineering
It can only happen on the top because of what has already happened underneath. This is what keeps the Fish and Chip diners out of the sea in Cleethorpes.
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Early morn over the water
From the window of the bus, taking a day trip into town. It's nice to be a passenger; drivers miss out on so much.
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From the window of the bus, taking a day trip into town. It's nice to be a passenger; drivers miss out on so much. -
Fruit bats, hardly the silent type. I've not heard louder trees. Must be a lot to talk about. Maybe they're abusing the tourists. cr... -
One of the joys of life is being able to sit and watch other people's. Add a cold beer on a hot day and you find your capacity for watch...