I had a small accident on Wednesday evening. A small accident that left the glass on the top of my iPhone shattered, the screen non-functional but, as far as I could tell, the phone itself working. I checked a couple of local places that did repairs, and grabbed a couple of hours out today to go get the phone repaired.

The guy who was open was a very small business, operating out of his front room, in effect:

I turned up at exactly the same time as another guy, who had a problem with a self-installed third party replacement battery. The repairer suggested that we both return in an hour, giving me time to snag a much-needed haircut.

And sure enough, exactly an hour later my iPhone was back to normal. And that gave me the chance to play with my beloved Instagram app in the snowly weather on the way home:

I may, at some point, get bored of these photo effect apps. But I'm not showing any signs just yet.

So, I finally did something I'd been longing to do since we rented the flat in Shoreham-by-Sea. I donned my warm jacket and walking boots, I grabbed my tripod, cable release and camera, and headed for the beach near sunset. And I took photos:

I suspect only a handful will survive my first pass cull - but I'm pleased with that handful.

It's wonderful having such beauty on my doorstep.

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