My 86-year-old uncle lives in one of these cottages on the sea front so George and I walked down this morning to see if he was okay.
I didn't think he'd have been affected by the flooding as there's a strong sea wall, promenade and road between him and the sea but this photo was taken about an hour after high tide so the sea must have been quite impressive at its height.
We got there and he was out - so I'm assuming he wasn't too worried!
Last night in Zac's we began on the gospel of John, looking at what other people said about Jesus, including:
"In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." (John 1:4-5)
You get to see something of the debris of life when beach-combing but it's not every day you find a toilet seat.
Or a toilet duck. (I have just this minute realised why they're called toilet ducks!) The thought occurs to me that maybe someone was washed away while cleaning the toilet. And wouldn't that be depressing? To have gone to all that effort only for it to be washed away without anyone appreciating your hard work.
I'm just glad I didn't come across the toilet cleaner him/herself washed up amongst the seaweed.
But we did find some interesting alien life living on a piece of old rope.
Today Swansea Bay; tomorrow the world.