White stuff

The white stuff today wasn't snow, but layers of foam, on the beach, in the sun.
From my vast collection of spectacles (always the wrong ones to hand) I had some reactalights on. They had to come off as my retinas were begging for a little overload after the grey.
In the coffee line, someone ordered theirs to take outside. The woman behind me muttered they must be barmy. I said compared to where I've come from, this is like the Mediterranean and indeed it was.
I did have my lie-in and had the closest thing I think to a blip anxiety dream. I dreamt I met someone who knew everything about my journal and I couldn't recall even their name. So I will take a break and pop comments off while we're away and concentrate on the photography. See you all soon X