A day at Ayr beach.

Away from the family fun end of the beach, there's a strange dark obelisk, and some brutalist street architecture, a huge wall and a shelter. Quite stark and strangely beautiful. It reminded me of when I was living in Berlin during the Cold War and was called Gunter. I was a man then of course, with quite a powerful baritone voice and a moustache that would knock tins off supermarket shelves if I didn't trim it regularly.