There Are Worse Places To Die

My blow up mattress went down during the night and I ended up sleeping (or trying to) on the floor. There was nothing I could do about it without waking the entire house, so by the time people started leaving at 6am for sunrise my back was rather sore.

I went out shortly after and very quickly began to wonder if I had made a serious mistake as my back started screaming and shouting at me. However I didn't go far (just to the local beach (nearly)) and lay for 20 minutes just watching the sky changing, the seagulls hanging in the wind and the waves coming in.
I didn't get to see the actual sunrise - but I did get some shots of the old fence posts that I like.

After breakfast most headed off so Catsors and I did some cleaning around the kitchen and I headed off at lunchtime for a wee explore and to finish shooting at the point where my camera died yesterday.

On the way back I stopped at the other side of the beach I was at in the morning. A lovely quiet place - normally. It was heaving this afternoon with 2 other people (Who seemed to be totally oblivious to the huge breakers behind them).
I was only there a few minutes and I saw the downpour coming in....... so I legged it (as best I could with my sore back) back across the beach, over the ever changing river on the sand, up the hill, through the three gates and two fields and got back to the car as the rain started. So I got back nice and dry - unlike the other girls who had been caught in a couple of huge squalls. So that is two days I have managed to have good weather while all the others got very wet.