Time-travelling beaches.

So I decided to find out whether my suspicion was right, and whether the Beach Scene in the last episode of Doctor Who really was filmed on Southerndown Beach. (I was probably the only person watching the scene thinking, DAMMIT, QUIT WITH THE CLOSEUPS!)

Yay, it was! I love that beach. It's the most awesomest beach ever. It's so awesome, for my eighteenth birthday, I actually made my parents hire a mini van and someone to drive me and my friends down there for the day. It was the best birthday ever. Seriously, my love of this beach is totally irrational. It's just beautiful.

It's been ages since I posted any bits or pieces of writing on this blog (probably because I'm avoidant and shy about that sort of thing, but this place is anonymous enough I'm cool with it. I makes me feel I've accomplished something by being brave and also, if I don't have anything new to post, it's like...an unavoidable demonstration of my failure to produce anything. The *theory* being it'll prod me into writing more regularly). I've been struggling a bit to get back into it. I'm also still warring with my bloody desire to write fan fiction for this stupid show.

As a sort of compromise, since I don't really want to write fan fiction, and since I haven't really got enough new stuff to post from my "book", I'm going to post a nonfiction piece I wrote a while back about Southerndown beach and time and being a kid. I promise, the time aspect is purely coincidental.

( I was reworking it today, but the opening paragraph is still refusing to be concise. BLAH! )