The Final Stand

A stone bunker hidden by leaf-less brambles and thin grass clinging on to the rocky surface.
Inside is a man's bed; a filthy sheet folded back ready for return. Like a postman's canvas bag, covered with dirt but sheltered from outside.
Letterbox holes are carved into the walls to look out at the rising tide.
On top sits a memorial for someone who died here earlier this year. Wilted flowers stand crying in a vase full of water black as oil, letters hope that they are keeping them busy in heaven, plastic flowers decay all the same, with petals hiding themselves and colour fading. A plush toy of Santa and one of a Panda are taped up, staring out through the breeze and rolling waves. Their fibres are tattered and sodden, wearing the sadness this place holds.

This image was intended to be an homage to Inebriantia's ([link]) work, his photo "The Last Stronghold" reminded me of this place.