What's that fallen sign, straight ahead you say?
Errr...end of the line folks...
The culprit? A really dead tree.
So long footpath, can't help but feel slightly nervous walking unstable coast paths.
Either we're being haunted by a little black line ghost or there's something stuck in my camera lens.
Contemplating whether it's worth getting wet to catch a seagull
She sticks with her ball instead.
(For some reason this photo is reminding me of Pulp Fiction)
I think this must be Snoz's fat angle. Less cheese for you Snoz!
Splat! Sleep Snoz