No bell

No Guy, no fireworks, no bells, no sunset under that marine layer, but we danced. We shared toasted marshmallows and other bits of supper. The girls ran to the promontory at the west end of the beach and explored and found the cave that allows a view through, across the river, to the Boardwalk. And we all ascertained without a doubt that the Headington tradition could not have evolved in deep sand. And on the way out we took note that the gate to the beach is a tribute to something which has not been there for decades. The gate is welded as if to have merlons and crenels.