It has been very windy recently. Even when it hasn't been raining, the wind has been making every plant, every stalk, every leaf - everything tremble. (Even me!) Not the weather for photos.
But this morning . . . a lull. A day for a quick stuck-foot stop. (This is where I keep my feet planted in one place - and see what there is to see.)
Ten past ten. The sun is up (though low). The wind has dropped. Down to the beach. It's a bit glarey, looking east!
But at my feet - Rock Samphire (Crithmum maritimum)
And . . . I don't know what this is. I know I don't like it though, so I look up
to the top of the bank above the path . . . . from where the little black seeds of Alexanders (Smyrnium olusatrum) are falling onto the rocks and, rather astonishingly . . .
germinating through the remains of old reeds.
Where . . .
an old teasle (Dipsacus fullonum) has fallen too.
And, below the rocks, on the sand itself
seaweed in dog-walkers tracks. The greeny one, I'd guess is Toothed Wrack (Fucus serratus). The twiggy bits - more reeds (Phragmites communis). But the red threads . . . I daren't hazard a guess about the red threads - red seaweeds have me completely beat. (Too many look too much alike!)