Then a pootle around the town.
Would you believe that t his used to be the Milk Bar?!
No starlings to fly their murmuration at this time of day.
Fifty five years ago I spent a couple of hours here on the beach..and it was all pebbles at the top, no sand.
I think something more solid than salt has been on the breeze!!
Yes, someone sleeps there every night...at least he has a roof over his head, unlike some.
And so to bed....it's nine o'clock now, the rain has swept in again, and the wood in the stove is making the occasional crackling sound.
The car is mostly packed as we have to leave by ten a.m. , and hope to see daughter again in the morning.
8 comments:
A lovely set of photos. Safe home tomorrow.
Joanne thankyou. On to stay with brother tonight!
Ah, Aber looks to have had a recycling of shingle on the road again. Have a lovely time seeing your daughter again (and that garden of hers sounds great).
Nice photos, and a nice day out. Why is the beach no longer pebbly? I'd have thought once a pebbly beach, always a pebbly beach.
I can see why it use to be a milk bar, loving the old buildings.
I spent a year at the uni in Aber. Thanks for reminding me!
Changing climate Steve, far more storms.. sometimes it is rocks on the prom, not gravel..changing currents...
How lovely to be by the sea. I am so sorry for these people who have to sleep outside in the winter.
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