The Family ventured out to Climping beach on a rather blustery Father’s Day for a walk, a spot of metal detecting and some fresh air.
We certainly got the fresh air. The weather was so bad that we spent less than a hour down there, watching the waves crash on the shingle; Son of Mine trying his hardest to get soaked by leaving it until the last minute to run away from them.
Alas, we didn’t find a treasure trove this time; just dug up a lot of tin foil carelessly discarded by casual picnikers.
There is a car park at the end of the no-through road that leads to the beach, bounded by a concrete sea wall.
Completely eroded in places, I thought a picture of this fitted the challenge far better than the other option I had in mind.