The lonely worshiper

I took a series of photographs this morning in church before the service. The praise band were practising and a little bemused at what on earth I was doing. Once a few people started to arrive for the service I decided to call it a day but this picture captures the very first arrival.

East Strand, Portrush

A beautiful day on the north coast. There were a lot of people on the East Strand. Quite a few surfers too. Would have loved to walk for miles but ended up in the nearest ground coffee shop.

This is my son in the picture. I was trying to catch the reflection on the wet sand. Including that shocking red hair. For once he managed to avoid getting wet, to avoid rolling in the sand and filling his pockets.