End of the world

There is a place called Knott End near where I live. It's the end of the road. You get there, and then there's the sea. Stop. End. No more.

So it's a sleepy little hollow. But I like it. It's quiet, and slow and somehow charming in a lost back-water sort of a way.

And lo and behold, to my surprise as I sat eating my cheese and onion butty, what should appear but two microlights which arrived, landed on the sand, stayed for 5 minutes and then poked off again!

How quintessentially Knott-End-ish!