52.24.11: Westward Ho!
Somehow, I managed to arrive at Westward Ho! at exactly the right time. The tide was going out (I had planned that part) and thankfully most of the dog-walkers were still making their way towards the beach.
Imagine that, the gloriously soggy sands of Westward Ho! devoid of frantic paw prints, ball divots and start-stop welly-boot tracks. Not that I actually have anything against dog-walkers on beaches - it's a joy to see the excitement and the wagging tails - it's just extra-nice to find pristine sands when the weather is perfect for photography.
Epic clouds. Unending wet sands. Intermittent sunshine. Strong, but managable winds. Just what the Doctor ordered.
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Is it World Hyphen Day? I seem to have been on a mission to hyphenate, necessarily and un-necessarily - whatever took my fancy really.
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Usual caveats etc.
52.24.11: Westward Ho!
Somehow, I managed to arrive at Westward Ho! at exactly the right time. The tide was going out (I had planned that part) and thankfully most of the dog-walkers were still making their way towards the beach.
Imagine that, the gloriously soggy sands of Westward Ho! devoid of frantic paw prints, ball divots and start-stop welly-boot tracks. Not that I actually have anything against dog-walkers on beaches - it's a joy to see the excitement and the wagging tails - it's just extra-nice to find pristine sands when the weather is perfect for photography.
Epic clouds. Unending wet sands. Intermittent sunshine. Strong, but managable winds. Just what the Doctor ordered.
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Is it World Hyphen Day? I seem to have been on a mission to hyphenate, necessarily and un-necessarily - whatever took my fancy really.
--
Usual caveats etc.