Harlyn beach. Sand for miles.
The bench. With faded flowers and memories.
Evening sun at Harlyn.
Morning light at Mother Ivy's Bay.
We borrowed a SUP from G&J. Finn excelled. I demonstrated that I have no sense of balance. I guess that's why I prefer sports where you sit down...
Along the coast from Harlyn, paddle board explorers.
Yogi now has his own local fan club.
I missed the train. Andy kept me company. It was a long wait.
Fay gave me a lift this morning so I was nice and early for the 0727. I got to sit in the waiting room, drinking a coffee from Leslie, admiring the muriel that, in six years of commuting from here, I'd not noticed before. In me defence, I think this is only the third time I've sat in the waiting room.
Showery day ending with a gleam.
Harvest this year has been a race between the farmers and the wetness. The big field at the bottom is done (just) but there's still half the wheat in the bigish field at the top.