Groyne

It’s been a while since we’ve had a groyne. Here’s one from a few weeks back at Winterton-on-Sea. I love the way they impose geometrical form and perspective onto what would otherwise just be north sea. Imagine this picture without them.

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5 Responses to Groyne

  1. OS. says:

    Another striking thing about the pic is the greyness. Not often you see a really grey day.

    GG.

  2. Stephen Foster says:

    I thought all days were grey in Stoke-on-Trent, Old Stokie.

  3. OS. says:

    There’s never a grey day in Stoke, winger. Well, not for me that is. If it’s pissing down – sideways – and cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey, it’s still a brilliant day to be alive and greyness is not a word I would use to decribe it. The only exception is a 1-1 draw at home to Preston on Boxing Day, under Pulis. Then, it’s a black day. 😉

    M le etc…

  4. Stephen Foster says:

    Let it go OS, Pulis is great and will lead us to green pastures of the goodness.

  5. OS. says:

    I’ve still got the Champers in readyness. 😉

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