Dead birds and rubber gloves, pouches of Chinese fresh drinking water, sections of discarded fishing nets strewn across the tourist beach, stinking of rotting carcasses and seaweed. I think this might be what they call pollution or maybe the destruction of one of the finest surfing beaches in North Devon.
Photographs taken on Woolacombe beach May 2013.
Surfing the Internet is a bit like picking up a hitchhiker blindfolded, you never know who you might pick up, an old man, a young girl, a murderer, a celebrity crash victim or your mother, you do however learn about the new acquaintance after you have a conversation with them and learnt more about them. This is a risky business but it makes life more interesting.