... which is still with us, by the way, I decided to go in search of a cup of coffee on the pier. I made the decision when the sun was shining but that didn't last too long. The pier is long but the call of home-made cakes is strong so I set off at a goodly pace along the beach even though the sun was rapidly disappearing.
There was plenty of interest to see along the way: rough seas (slightly), fireworks (one previous owner), a lightbulb (undamaged), but on the whole it was a day of shells. I notice the beach yields its treasures in types. One day it's dead sea-birds, the next cuttlefish, and this time shells.
An hour later I arrived at the pier but by now it was lunchtime so I decided against coffee. I spied a minor crowd admiring a bus so I had to go and look too, and not to seem disinterested I took photos too.
In the end though, it was just a blue bus a long way from home, just like I was.
It took only 10 minutes to get back.