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

Beach-Lounging Time

 

As promised, time to move on from the Christmas / New Year / Winter slides.

So, here's someone sunbathing on a beach.

The slide has no info on the location, but that appears to be TARPON SPRINGS FLORIDA: SPONGE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD. The remains of the collapsed Battery Bigelow

Bonus -

A Trip Along The Pier

 

Another stereotypical fifties image today. The working class trip to the beach, the trip out the pier, the bloke's Shirt, Sweater and Jacket, the ladies big overcoats. Classic.

But why is Edna carrying a single white shoe?

Bonus - Louise and Martine Fokkens, the oldest sex workers in Amsterdam, now retired, are estimated to have pleasured some 355,000 men, which is greater than the population of Iceland.

Anna Maria's Foggy Oyster Bar

Same Bar, Different Weather.

It's not always sunny in Florida.

Bonus -  Kevin The Duck - He's not like the other ducks.

Bonus 2 -