Martian art.

In order to get away from all the horrible crowds of families I walked for an hour along the path to start at the far end of west sands. The tide was so far out and the sand was so barren that the beach look almost martian in this area.

It was nice to be away from the all the kite-boarders, the horse-riders and the hole-diggers. The sandcastle kickers, the kids in knickers and the dogs taking their middle aged paddlers for a walk.

I was a tad irked, though, when turn off the sand-dunes that I had walked so far to reach only to be met by some couple walking their dog. But I think I hung around long enough in my usual creepy way to scare them away.

I'm hope I don't come off anti-social.