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Another day, and totally different weather. Beautiful sunny Saturday with over 15 degrees, sun and a bit of mist on the sea. We planned a trip to Burnham-on-sea and a meetup with Catalin, a Romanian guy working in the area. Always nice to meet people and exchange opinions. We arrived there before noon, almost at the lowest tide, because we wanted to shoot the shipwreck on Berrow beach, quite a few kilometers from Burnham pier. The beach is so wide at low tide, alternating muddy areas with long slices of dry sands. It looks like everything is dry in the whole channel and you could easily walk past it to Wales. Wales is there, in the mist like a chimera. Interesting textures are left on the sand, especially some black powder on the perfectly smooth sand. Lots of people are walking their dogs, and we made a friend: a cute cocker bringing us a ball to throw it away. The owner, an old lady keeps moving in the other direction, while the cute dog gets back to out...

We arrived in Somerset Thursday noon, after a long trip: from Copenhagen to Weston-super-mare through Heathrow airport, Paddington (from where Carmen enriched her toys collection with a Paddington bear) and Bristol. Somerset was described by the ancient Welsh Celts and the Saxons as the Land of the Summer People.  Weston, one of the main touristic attractions in the county, is a picturesque seaside resort, with a wide beach (extremely wide when the tide is low). And the tide was very low when we arrived, with the new pier laying on the sand. You could say that it was sunbathing, but…there was no sun. Some hundreds meters away, three boats were aground in the muddy sands. Our hotel is an old  and extremely small building, with just few rooms, located perfectly at the seafront; and nobody at the reception for many minutes, even if we rang. We waited and waited until somebody came to tell us to return after 14:00 for the checkin and let us store the luggage behind ...