Out and about to exploring the coast, stumbled across Braystones.  What an amazing place like a little hamlet nestled in the rocks, literally on the beach. There is a row of little houses, in front of them a gravel track. At high water the track often gets washed away, and the houses get surrounded by water, amazing.
Spoke to a few people there they seem to live a totally  chilled out excistance. One man we spoke to had lived there for 8 years, he was telling us how the landscape changes continuously, never the same two days on the trot.
This man Jack well what an amazing fella he's been there for 48 years, we talked to him for ages,  or we stood there while he told us stories. Some good yarns as well,  he's been all over the world.  Such friendly people, leading such a simple life, makes you think.

So today's thing that I wouldn't normally do. I asked Jack if I could take his picture, for my blip. Never asked a complete stranger for a photo. Will definetly do it more.