No stars today, and probably none for several days (or weeks) to come, due to the lingering murk. Still, it didn't stop me popping out for some fresh air.
As usual, I found myself on the beach wandering east towards the End-of-the-Line. And for one poor coastal denizen, it really was the end of the line...
|"slippery, wet, white foam spraying all over the place" - thank you, Eros.|
|Someone left a bit of groyne in this gaping orifice...|