This morning, the last of the warmer days before a predicted cold snap. And so I head off bright & early to Balfour.
I'm on the 7:15 bus, and for what should be a damned fine day it sure is a damned fine cold morning.
Arrive, 8:00, the water is low. I start in the washout, a few bits of flint, one piece worked, the others debitage. Nothing worth photographing. I comb the beach, back and forth, a few unworked pieces of flint, rose quartz, what appears to be agate, nothing worth collecting, careful to keep out of the line of sight of the old restaurant.
By 9:30 I'm done. It's still a bit too early, brisk for this, and I've found nothing to spur me on to look longer & harder.
And that's that. Curiosity slaked, but no treasures.