inducing boredom

I'd always assumed people like this operate on the beach at Portobello but had never seen one in action. I've seen more than one at a time more than one time doing the same thing at Skegness but feel it is safe to assume that this is just due to there being significantly more more interesting things to do up here than down there. Without going so far as to look up these people (still more common in cartoon form than in real life from my POV) on the internet I'd assume he was after either historically interesting lumps of rusted metal or metal spirit bottle caps and the money, metallic accoutrements or electronic devices also dropped by the people drinking the stuff in the bottles. It might have been instructive to shadow him from the safety of the prom in order to get a shot of him excitedly unearthing something excitingly earthed whilst I drank the coffee I'd just happily found to be available despite the relative early-Sundayness but the wingpiglet had just started half-waking-up and wriggling in a way which indicated that he might be about to realise that it was two minutes past his projected next milk-up time and that his mother was two pram-slowed miles away and asleep. Despite the occasional need to glare at people who can't read the no cycling signs it's quite nice down there in the mornings at the weekend at this time of year so I might head directly there next weekend rather than a mile in the wrong direction in order to get some food.