Day 38.. Now that’s alot of pleasure!
On one of my many wanders up and down the prom, the same day as ‘Day 2’ infact,
I came across this lone man, looking out past the groyne, fixating his gaz beyond the horizon.
Maybe he was taking in the minute swells, flowing back and forth along he estuary,
or maybe he was just comprehending the 1.33 miles of pier that reaches out like a wiry finger into the discoloured estuary of the thames?