The tide eats history

While we were on the beach yesterday, perched on blocks of concrete drinking our coffee - I'm pretty sure that they were originally coastal defences, scattered to stop tanks during the war, and now lined up tidily to protect the dunes from the hungry tide - a couple of ladies passing by asked if we knew anything about the bronze age remains that had been revealed by recent high tides. We didn't, but when we came home we looked it up, and found that the story was, if anything, the opposite: high tides and storms threatened to erode earlier discoveries.

Here's another picture from Druridge: nothing to do with that story, a mysterious something, iron, not bronze, eroded, certainly, tumbled down onto the beach from the dunes - or placed there carefully, the stones nand-picked and placed in the squares of the grid - or hurled there at random by the sea, your guess is as good as mine.