Between Fresh Water and Sea Water

I love empty beaches and whilst in Suffolk Bryony took me to Covehithe, a remote beach you approach from the cliff tops which separates a large lagoon and the North Sea. Spread over the beach were old trees and tree roots plus there were two trees in the sand that looked like they had succumbed to salt water. Out at sea, oil tankers were queued up pumping oil from one to another.

Oh, Bryony fell in the sea. Wish I had a photo of that.