St.Mary's church in centre.Hand balanced,but really needs a tripod.At the slipway beside St.Mary's church,spotting that the tide was half way out,I ventured onto the shingle.Then lured by the apparently drier,larger stones,fell over.It seemed to take ages to get up again.When I got home,my lower trouser legs were covered in mud,which must have come from there.On an historical note,my parents were married in that church in July 1950.