╰☆☆June☆☆╮'s photos with the keyword: sand

Fleetwood Mac - Sands of Time youtu.be/ZvHDY9ODb4k

Model from dreamies.de Texture from mpriestly @ www.deviantart.com Electric Light Orchestra - Confusion youtu.be/12AcglZ2xGw

llerrah.com/footprints.htm Taken at Wells Next the Sea, Norfolk

Misty sung by Johnny Mathis youtu.be/9JwhJMFDybQ

Taken with Smart Phone, and edited with Instagram

Crab are a large part of the income of the town of Cromer. Historically the crab were only caught in the summer months, in autumn the fishermen brought Herring to the town, and winter cod was the main catch. This has now changed to solely bringing crab and lobster to the town. The Cromer Crab in particular are known for their tender flesh, and high proportion of white meat to dark. The fleet has reduced to about a dozen boats, looking after about 200 crab pots, meaning that it is even more of a specialty!

youtu.be/KVYVt95seCk ( youtu.be/KVYVt95seCk ) God is watching over you by Phil Joel. First verse...... He sees you down by the water line knows what you thinking all the time he sees the rising of the waves when the tide starts rolling in He let's you know it's gonna be O.K. Thank you for your visits and comments.

The Beach Huts, a poem by Mike Bliss The weathered wood and peeling paint Hints of days of glory past When I skipped along the promenade Past postcards beyond my ken. But that was then, and now is now They've had a lick of paint, but Beach huts hark back to a quieter time Of quiet children, well-mannered gentlemen. We await the melted ice-cream cones Leering from the sky And corporate-suited gentlemen Watching traditions die. But it doesn't have to be this way We can keep this place alive With silly hats and fish and chips Seagulls, and you and I.

East Runton, Norfolk As I Walked On The Beach, a poem by Francis Duggan The surf waves did roll foaming up a white spray As I walked on the beach on a cool Autumn day The terns in the shallows for their small prey did dive Most creatures in Nature must hunt to survive The silver gulls as usual in numbers to be seen And a pair of pacific black backed gulls their feathers did preen And a pied shag on a rock held her wings out to dry After fishing when wet she finds it hard to fly Every day in Nature something new to be seen An artist on canvas could paint such a scene So much in the Earthly Goddess to love and admire Of singing her praises could one ever tire The day is not sunny a cool fifteen degrees Yet there is a freshness in the ocean breeze.

( youtu.be/k8p3L18yTg8 ) September Song with Ol' Blue Eyes