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	Our hotel room: looks nice but was too noisy due to the pub karaoke night directly beneath.							A suspicious looking jackdaw.
	The flag of golf flying high.							A flower bed doing its best to be more beautiful than everyone else.
	Looking over West Sands and the golf courses, the quarry in the hills is lit by the sun.							Becky paused just long enough for me to snap this photo of her looking saucy.
	Seating area adjacent to a Jubilee course teebox.							In other birds, there were Fulmars as ever nesting on the cliffs.
	Path we took out along the Jubilee course, with daffodils, and West Sands beach off to the right.							Beautiful gorse covered hillock on the Jubilee course.
	Gorse, of course. With view.							Looking back towards town. Tower is St Salvator's chapel.
	Another shot of the skyline from Jubilee. St Rule's tower is square the and cathedral ruins are right in front of it.							Can't remember if he made it.
	From macro to micro, here are some pretty flowers.							Mid-distance shot. The greatest canine golfer.
	Sticking with animals, here is a small bird.							Another look back along the path we took from town.
	Being a nice day, everyone was out. This kid had a cool seagull shaped kite.							And this guy had a fat ride.
	Here's his rig close up.							The beach was looking fine. I love the dark woods across the bay.
	West Sands, no more, no less.							Becky on the beach.
	I couldn't get enough pictures of the sea, sand and sky.							But close up the beach was beautiful, too.
	Becky found the myriad shells justly fascinating.							And someone else had clearly gone out of their way to show their appreciation for molluscs.
	The dark woods and the RAF base across the bay.							On a day like this, I'm not sure whether I'd choose the devil or the deep blue sea.
	There were plenty of dogs soaking up the partial sunshine.							And frolicking in the water.
	Sunny driftwood.							Artsy black and white driftwood.
	If I'm not mistaken, the dune structure is what originally defined the links-style course.							Dunes again.
	Dunes in black and white.							Becky leaves me behind in disgust at the number of photographs I'm taking.

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