Beachcombing

 

On the last Saturday in September (for this year at least), it seems suitably nostalgic to hark back to days of yore, when the family would scour the sea shore for flotsam, jetsam and mislaid bundle of cocaine, floating on-shore from narco-subs.

I think that the location is Weston-Super-Mare, but I could (probably) be wrong.

Bonus - I'm glad to see that I missed the Rapture a few days ago. Doomsday Scoreboard