There are a lot of people in Germany reading this blog; they seem to be interested in what goes on at Pontins. I know they love to visit Camber, and who can blame them. The beach is something special for those who live in a land locked country.
|camber sands, September 2014|
Walking on the beach last night as the sun set, and again this morning at low tide I felt very lucky.
My other half is enjoying the daffodils in Sydney, Australia, so I am living it up and eating lots of fish while he eats lots of meat down under.
|each to his own.......|
As the sun set there was an extraordinary calm sea.
|the ship that carries the rocks|
Of course I didn't go anywhere near the big rocks down at Jury's Gap that are being used to build the sea defences, and nor did this man and his children
|nowhere near the rocks|
or this dog and his owners.
|a little bit near the rocks|
I just enjoyed the setting sun, and the incredible stillness.
This morning was equally calm and still. An Indian summer in every sense.
The beach spotlessly clean.
|the litter pickers do a great job|
So it was surprising that the Sunday peace for many people in Camber today was completely destroyed by the voice of one man, who could be heard right down on the water's edge.
Pontins was having a '24 hour party'. And it seems that the whole of Camber was expected to listen to the compere.
I drove to Rye for some peace and quiet.
There was a rock concert on the salt marsh, and about 200 men in leathers on bikes at the harbour.
Must be the weather..........