......... I encountered this morning while walking on the beach! We walked along to the far end of the promenade, before going down on to the beach to walk back
and I had only walked a few yards before I saw this
the remains of an old sweeping brush
if the owner of this shoe is as big as it suggests, I was quite glad not to meet him
this is a rubber stopper, the kind you get on the end of walking sticks
a very large piece of bone, but as it has been cleanly cut, it's not from an animal that met its end on the beach
a deflated football - I am sure some little boy was upset to leave it behind
now this is a very strange thing to find on the beach - a gun cartridge. I would hope that it had been washed down the river, and wasn't left by someone shooting on the beach
we occasionally chat to a man who regularly walks his dog along the beach - he is always interested in what we are picking up, and what we plan to do with it. He had already stopped for a chat on the outward leg of his walk, then on his return leg stopped to give me this strange looking stone. I thought it might be a piece of worn concrete, but Malcolm thinks it's some kind of stone
a collection of bits of crabs against the wall - I would think an animal or bird ate them, as there would hardly be a taste of flesh on them for a human
this daft dog was determined to dig all the way through to Australia
while this one was determined to kill its stick
as I approached this tree stump, I thought someone had placed stones round it - perhaps to make a campfire
but when I poked one of the "stones" with my foot, it turned out to be sand. I decided that someone had built square sandcastles round the stump
it was windy on the beach, and this square was already being sculpted by the wind
I thought Malcolm was being romantic when he handed me this heart-shaped stone ........ but he had picked it up because he thought it looked like a chicken!
and so to the best bit of Friday ........ the cakes!! We went to Fantoosh, where Malcolm enjoyed a piece of Bakewell tart
while I had Lover's Lemon Drizzle cake (it was heart-shaped). Malcolm assured me that his tart was delicious, but as I don't like Bakewell, I didn't have a taste, but he had a taste of my lemon drizzle, which he enjoyed
we have our fingers firmly crossed for tomorrow, for the Spittal Seaside Festival, where there will be fun and games for everyone (and all sorts of things to eat!). I hope you have a great weekend, love Anne