Life's a beach when you forget to blip

I don't know if, after yesterday's talk of addictive behaviour, I was trying to prove something to myself - but today I pretty much forgot about blipping.

Or perhaps it was similar to the way some people, I'm told, just forget to eat (not something I've ever found a problem).

Anyway, whatever the reason, this evening I went in search of a blip at the beach. I suspect there are now a few dog-walkers and golfers wondering what the strange bloke was fiddling with on the sea wall.