The Surf, the Sand and the Shell:
After leaving the town we drove to the sea front and were delighted to find an empty golden beach and a big Atlantic Ocean with huge waves crashing in over the rocks that fringed the edge of the water like steadfast guards on eternal sentry duty. It must have been a very cold night because the damp sand was still frozen and it cracked with the snap of a dime bar breaking in two as we walked across the long roaming silver lines which marked the tide line where the sea had merged with the sand.
Have Bag, Will Travel 
Can’t remember the last photo challenge I did. By the time I have decided what to post, the week has gone round, and there is another one up 😀
This is nice though, good piccies and neat interpretation.
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Thanks – I had difficulty deciding whether to do the photo challenge or post a favourite recipe!
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Either way, you can guarantee you won’t get freshly pressed 😀
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Love the photo!
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Thank You!
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Works well with the theme, so now I need to read the full post and see where you were. Job done!
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