Most mornings during early November while I made quick visits to the garden to water before the heat hit, I heard the rumbling of large boulders being dumped onto our local beach.
They are building a seawall. Just before Christmas it looked like they had got about half way and packed up most of the site and machinery for the Christmas break. The wall of sea grass disappeared. A brand new wall lined the beach just a metre or so in front of the old wall that is there still.
A strip of washed up sea grass still hung around and fashioned itself back into the wrack closer to the Cove, but today when we walked down for an early morning dip most of the sea grass has been washed away.
Further Reading:
Petit Paradis 
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