Sorting Pebbles

Sitting in the warm afternoon sunshine the peace and tranquility of our little corner of Sussex was only disturbed by the the incoming tide, as it sorted the pebbles on the beach. The faintest scent of seaweed drifted on the gentle breeze. Peace.

Rumble, drone, rumble

The peace was temporarily broken. A WWII Superfortress lazily droned low across the sky, en route for Shoreham Air Show (GF assumes). Peace was restored.

[File under: Diary]