And so it was, that on a midweek holiday, I found myself at the seaside of Camber Sands.
Together with my film location scouting party, Kasey and Andy
Amidst the tawny dunes and rippling reeds.
Overlooking yonder sea.
Okay - quasi-Byronic captions must end there. But I'm reading The Bell Jar right now and this shell so reminded me of the one Plath described as a "thumb joint" found on the dark beach of her own brooding ocean.
Interlude: The kitsch of Space City to lighten an otherwise contemplative afternoon.
Go ask Alice (how to get to Central London via a stationary bus).
Our cabbie friend.
As the skies darken - what will they find?
Kasey in a playpen of pebbles looking for her own earthen treasure.
A cloud swells with imminent rain.
Me, just a few hours before I was knocked over with severe case of non-swine flu. In retrospect, the pallid look of my face is quite foretelling.
Languor and all, it was, nonetheless, beautiful.