The smell of smoke in my hair...

Sorry for not updating last night (or the night before) but at least in the case of last night I was too tired to do so having just come back from a long walk and a barbeque at the beach!! It was wonderful:

Sunset and burnt food
Ripples in the river flow
As the swans pass by.

Yes the bit of beach we had chosen was right at the mouth of the river Don and a flotilla of swans (8 of them, but one seemed to be a bit reclusive) drifted near us by a sand bank, just before the waves of the north sea broke the stillness of the water.
Further out a large tanker remained anchored opposite the harbour. When the sun set and the night got colder it was lit up like a little island and was yet another pleasant sight to view from our little campfire, which we kept going until after 11. There were burgers, sausages, posh crisps, roasted marshmallows, melted tea-cakes (as an experimental marshmallow subsitute) and the all pervading smell of smoke. It was great.

The river by the bridge
The smell of smoke in my hair
Distant city lights.