1) Wha-hey! It's late afternoon and we're two British day trippers by the seaside in sunny east Devon. Branscombe Beach to be precise. We've got our grasstrack/hillclimb chairs to sit on and we've paid for two hours car parking. Blimey. What on earth are we going to do for all that time? It's amazing how therapeutic this is. Pick up a pebble, twirl it between yer fingers. Flick it back onto the beach while chatting and watching folk. Repeat. The two hours fly by. Off to Beer next.
2) Despite the hordes we've parked up in Beer and have hit the beach to get some early evening shots of the most photographed fishing boats in the whole wide world. Well, East Devon, anyway. Oh alright, in Beer. Everyone photographs them, anyway, and we're no exception.
3) Here's just one person who photographed them today. Another one is behind the camera.
4) The beach at Beer is shared between the fishermen and their boats and the visiting holiday makers. Each tolerate the other. It's essential that you look where you are going at all times. Nets, lobster pots, hawsers, ropes, fishermen, all over the place. You wouldn't want to be tripping up, would you? Very embarrassing (and, no, we didn't, but you might). Time to get something to eat before we get driving back home. Oooh look, says David, there's a fish and chip shop open on the High Street. Handy that.
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