Burnham Overy

Bloomim' 'eck, it were cold. There weren't many daft enough to go down the bank to the sea today. I was the only one on the beach.
I've been prostrate against the radiator since I got back.
Another day, another trip to the charity shop. Moving on to unworn tops still with tags on. It's pretty heartbreaking.
As I headed back I watched a couple of barn owls hunting and then the marsh harrier muscled in.