Dashed to the coast late on Saturday afternoon armed with a bag of Jelly Babies and a hefty stash of tent pegs. Evening dog walk was accompanied by the turring of Turtle Doves on and off the campsite, off-shore wind turbines, a fish supper and watching the sun set on the East Coast with the wonderful Mrs Sciencebase. An astonishing thought in so many ways for one grew up on the coast far north of The Wash.
Switch off the mind and let the heart decide…
Making tracks
Any way the wind blows
Breaker, breaker, do ya copy?
The seventh first and only seal
Groyne injury
Live for the groove…
