This old fishing boat with its hand-painted numbers looked almost out of place and time amongst the sleek and expensive yachts.
Lunchtime on the rocks…I put my sandwich down for a minute and heard a bit of a clatter and a kerfuffle behind me. Luckily I retrieved it before these two got too close.
Sea spinach growing amongst the pebbles on the upper shore. Just starting to run to seed, but still tender enough to be worth eating. It got put with some scrambled egg and was delicious.
No idea how many years these chains have been submerged and then uncovered by successive tides to give them this strange resemblance to luridly coloured lightweight polystyrene rather than heavy metal…