colder than the Med
August 13, 2012
Boring everyone around me complaining about the weather in the UK! But, a glimmer of something bright in the sky so some time on the beach this week end . . .
. . . some swimming. Even no 1 son went in twice and pretended that the sea was warm – oh, yeah, but not quite like the Med was my response. Watching folks lying in the sun, as part of the landscape of the beach – their postures are revealing. The chap below looks very uncomfortable – maybe hiding his paunch . . . or trying to light a fag . . .
. . very relaxed couple here – legs all akimbo – no paunches so quite confident and at ease.
Through the gap in the groynes and . . . apologies for smear on the lens!
Across the groynes, misty still to Beachy Head and to . . .
. . . to the Marina building. Like it or hate it. Not a smear just a gull in flight . . .
. . a helicopter and the smear and rather beautiful showing off sky.
Like this jaunty couple – just imagine the high pitched squealing as the waves break against bare legs!
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there –
I wonder if they’re dry? Spike Milligan after someone else