Fleswick Bay

This was the last day of August early evening we had a little stroll over to Fleswick Bay, Tony took his fishing rod to have a scop in off the rocks while I played on the beach with my camera. It was fine for a while on my own as I walked along the beach beneath the cliffs reading the names carved into the sandstone monuments to the past and not so distant past then I started to feel quite alone and spooked, not sure if it was the cliffs dominating or memories that were not mine carved in stone. It was very strange I'm not easily spooked but I was pleased when Tony appeared from round the heads and we started to make our way up from the beach I don't think I will be going back 🌹

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