Sunday morning is the perfect time to go for a walk, and if you have a dog there is no better place to let them off the leash and chase the birds.
I have fond childhood memories of going for long weekend walks with my own family on the local beach and dunes.
The beach is ever changing: Somedays it’s calm, others its crazy wild. Sands shift upwards and downwards of 2 metres, revealing and concealing. Storms eat away the land, and bring in flotsam from all over the world. Last weekend I found what looked like a transmission engine from a motor car. How does something like this get carried in the sea, and from where?
And of course, if you have a dog, there is nearly always a big of doggy socialising to be done.
Coastal erosion at Bastardstown beach.
Washed up motor – approx 2ft long.
Ever changing light.
One of many empty summer houses.
A bit of doggy socialising.