There's An F In Green Zone

Today's images were taken during an impromptu visit to Camber Sands in East Sussex, the sandier cousin to Rye Harbour. We got up early and were actually out of the house and on the road just after 9 am - for the purposes of a Sunday this is our equivalent of dawn just breaking! And yes, it was yet another visit to the seaside - it's become a bit of an addiction in the last few weeks since lockdown ended.
We arrived at Camber just after 10 am as it started to rain. However, by the time we had stepped on to what really are golden sands the skies began to lighten but thankfully still left behind enough dramatic clouds for photographic purposes! The expanse of sky and beach almost took your breath away.
To it's enormous credit Camber Sands still has very little development on the shoreline itself - just two cafes, a small shop selling 'buckets and spades', a car park, a small coastguard station and a row of four or five adjoining very small holiday flats . It was great just to see people out walking, running, chatting, letting their dogs enjoy their freedom, gazing out to sea and children playing with no other distractions (which I think my second extra represents).
Today's main image is of one the zonal signs in the sand dunes. The beach is divided into zones so that it is easier to patrol by the lifeguards and watch anyone straying too far out to sea as the tide comes in. My eye was drawn to the orange jumper draped over the lifebuoy housing - well that and the huge F!
My first extra is called "Beach Huts" (with maybe just a hint of sarcasm!). They sit behind the large shingle banks further along the coastline. It is concerning to see that the much smaller houses that were originally there are slowing disappearing and now being replaced by these massive beach apartments and penthouses.
After a circuitous walk of about a mile and imbibing all that ozone we decided it was time to head home. We thought we deserved a little treat on the way back so we decided to stop off in Tenterden for a takeaway strong cappuccino and a chocolate slice.
Unfortunately, this is where 'The Furious Incident Of The Lost Glasses In The Daytime' occurred. After we had consumed our coffees and slices in a nearby park, and I had done a little food shopping, we visited the local bookshop. On our return to the car my brother discovered he had lost his glasses (valued at several hundred pounds). He was furious with himself.
However, we managed to split up and retrace out steps. My brother went back to the coffee shop and the bookshop and I returned to the bench where we had been sitting in the park. Amazingly the current occupants of the bench confirmed they had spotted the glasses on the grass a few metres away. Joy unconfined!