Where have Alf and Mrs Ront (or Al and Mrs Front) been?
It's grand old Blighty! I ate fish and chips here, drank a couple of pints of ale, then walked along the pebbles, listening to the wind and the sound of the depleted British Army firing bursts at the nearby ranges.
While all around, there are the signs of defence. Above, against the French, who sacked this place several times, or, below:
one who made it home from the great defensive wars for the protection of the rump of Christendom.
While, above, the memory of an Imperial soldier (and was he related to the famous Skinner of 'Skinner's Horse'?).
But, everywhere, the sea:
and, understandably, the sign of Trinity House.
Finally, a new decorative tile on the wall of a house:
The BVM and the Saviour. Blessed art thou among women...