Thursday 28th July 2016, 2.20pm (day 1,799)
Some people insist on doing this kind of thing every day on their holidays. I have never been one of them, but occasionally I indulge. Pictured at Praia da Rainha (Queen’s Beach), Cascais.
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Summer evening, Brighton beach
Tuesday 24th June 2014, 7.55pm (day 1,034)
Yes, a conference I want to attend in a place I want to go to full of people I want to see. There is a reason that Brighton, despite being hundreds of miles from my house, has featured on this blog reasonably regularly.
West Pier, Brighton
Thursday 20th March 2014, 10.00am (day 938)
This is the ruined West Pier’s second appearance on the blog, the first — accompanied by a huge flock of starlings — being way back on Day 72. Earlier this year it lost another chunk of ironwork to the winter storms, although that damage is not really visible on this shot. The photo also proves that it was a glorious morning on the south coast today — rather nicer than the foul wind and rain back in the north when I got home tonight, I can tell you (grumble).
Brighton pier, Wednesday morning
Wednesday 9th October 2013, 9.15am (day 776)
Finished work last night too late to get home, but not too late to get down to Brighton and spend the night there rather than in the suburbs. And, well, sometimes you just have to say that you made the right choice.
Brighton Beach
Wednesday 24th July 2013, 3.45pm (day 699)
Ah, the English seaside on a hot summer’s day. Sand? That’s for those continentals, of suspicious morality and lacking in backbone.
Beach volleyball
Monday 20th May 2013, 1.55pm (day 634)
Is there any point trying to convince any of you that I have actually been working while here on the Yasawas? Going through academic papers and taking notes for my book? No? Didn’t think so.
The ‘Bula’ party
Saturday 18th May 2013, 10.55am (day 632)
‘Bula’ means ‘Welcome’ or ‘Hello’ and you hear it a lot in Fiji – because they are very nice and welcoming people. Each 11am, when the Yasawa Flyer turns up at the resort, the staff gather on the beach to greet the new arrivals. It’s the major event of the morning.
Storm over Stradbroke Island
Wednesday 3rd April 2013, 11.10am (day 587)
This particular one didn’t hit Point Lookout (where we reside) although one did come along later in the evening.
Footprints
Tuesday 2nd April 2013, 4.25pm (day 586)
Clare’s, to be exact: imprinted on the sand of Home Beach, North Stradbroke Island.
Behind the breakwater, Ballina
Monday 1st April 2013, 2.00pm (day 585)
Being as this is one of the world’s great beach countries it is perhaps a reflection of my own tastes in activity that a beach has not featured on here since February 28th: but let’s bookend the beachless month of March with a return to that environment for a few days, here at Ballina. This girl is collecting shells off the breakwater. I like the strange pose that she’s been caught in, a sort of sense of discovery about it.
Being 42 