I don’t have one of those open, obstruction-free expanses of water near where I live (apart from the sea, I s’pose). All I’ve really got is this salty pool. But it’s my salty pool.
Well, it’s not actually ‘mine’. It probably belongs to the toffs at yacht club next door, but for the purposes of this photo – it’s mine.
It’s set back just off the beach and it’s affected by the tides. It’s also home to over a gajillion crabs, so wade in barefoot at your peril. And then there’s the syringes and broken beer bottles.
Ah well. At least it looks pretty. Sometimes.