A few turns and 25 minutes’ walk from my flat is Hendon Beach on the North Sea. What a joy to walk alongside the surf this morning! Don’t let the name fool you – it’s not exactly a beach – but there were folks about walking dogs and casting lines into the waves. One gentleman and his grandson were particularly concerned for my well-being as I perched on the wet boulders, eventually encouraging me to clamber back up on the concrete. I tried to explain I’m “from the States” where we do that sort of thing (i.e. hike right to the edge). “You’re from Florida State?” he replied, surprised. I laughed, said “yessir” when he adjured me to look after myself. I did – no slips or trips while questing for photos. Hope I run into those fellas again. Hope their kindness is repaid in joy!
As usual, none of my photos have been edited. Enjoy!