When we were kids, we'd escape along the beach for hours, crawling among the rocks or building huge canals through the wet sand. We didn't have watches to tell the time, so Mum used to hang a towel out the window as a signal that it was lunch time.
I suspect this Mum probably sent an SMS, or maybe a Tweet, but the signal brought back memories.
It's late in the evening, just on dusk, and the surfing gear has surfed it's purpose for the day, just time for an end or two of boules before the light finally disappears.
Sadly, the playing surface is actually grass, not sand or bare earth; just brown thirsty grass. We are not formally in drought, but it's been almost four months since we've seen enough rain to give the plants a drink.
I am not sure whether a shoe without a person in it is more correctly described as "vacant" rather than empty, but I saw the poor thing lying lonely on the beach and thought a photograph might cheer it up.
Yes it was on a small patch of sand between the Southern Breakwater and the Rocks.
This shot was taken last Autumn, but I've kept it as a reminder that Easter is almost upon us, and the water will start to cool off enough that we'd all better start pulling out our wetsuits again.
The flash of yellow is just about enough to make it theme day compliant too!
I'm finally back from the wilds, had a great time, and thanks to all of you who've visited regularly in my absence, I'll get to your comments over the coming days.
It's a bit cool, so you wear a jacket, and put rubber thongs (flip-flops) on your feet to stay warm.
Many people (mostly kids) carry surfboards on bicycles using racks like this, the board isn't blue, it's just got a neat cover to protect it from damage and UV rays when it's not being used.