Finally, dodging the somewhat idiosyncratic British weather we hit the beach pondering the theme "together but alone" and amazingly, enjoy a bit of a gloomy, and then glorious enormous skies sunset.
After a hearty refuel we threw ourselves on the mercy of the sheer shoulder-shrugging insouciance of Southern Trains. Who, in their wisdom, have generally abandoned timetables in favour of a more haphazard pot-luck approach where you board a mystery train which could take you closer to home, or to an entirely new surprise destination. And they don't charge extra for that joy!
It was a sensational seaside adventure indeed, a fabulous potpourri of photography opportunities, old friends, new friends, Ben's wonderful godmother Mary, and even with the unexpected randomness of the British weather, and buckets full of laughs too.
I thoroughly enjoy the experience of the wilds of West Wittering and looking forward to seeing everyone's photos, and see Polly make some sense of the sheer volume of our collective output. Good luck with that, Polly!