This used to be a sign of summer. Nowadays, they’re flown, in hundred weights, from countries like Spain and available all year round. They’re not as special as they used to be.
Rambling across the sand at low tide is one of my all time best things to do. It’s not always easy as low tide is often in the middle of the night or when I’m at work or have other things to do. Sometimes it is just too wet, windy or cold. And sometimes, the tides are so short that the sand is barely revealed. Here, rendered in B+W for Leanne’s MMC, are some of the sites uncovered when the tides offer up the secret of the sea.
Taking the coast road towards Brighton, there are many fine sights to be found. On this day, with a blue sky and a reasonable temperature, I made the most of the white cliffs. Similar to the cliffs of Dover made famous by Vera Lynn, these are called The Seven Sisters because… Yeah, there are seven of them but, why ‘Sisters’?