First the picture from the bunker museum, taken from one of the shell rooms for the huge German coastal gun that once stood there. I just love how it looks like littlest brother has been stuffed
into the artillery shell:
Me and my brothers comparing rocks we found on the beach:
In case you ever feel like taking the order to dig in a bit too seriously:
Authentic German grafitti. At least, that's what I like to think (although I see no reason to believe otherwise:
I'm still haven't figured out what way mum is connected to the Matrix, but there has to be
some connection, right? Also, that bunker to the right is interesting. It's the same as the one in the picture with me and my brothers, and between those doors is just a straight tunnel open to both sides, with doors leading into a few side rooms. The interesting part is that in a small room behind one of those rooms, it was so dark that despite it being only ~140 cm wide, I could hide from and scare littlest brother as he entered, whereafter I then managed to jump past him as he tried to exact revenge upon me without him even managing to touch me:
I actually walked down there to inspect how it looked beyond the corner. There's a small hatch to the side through which great amounts of water was pouring in with each wave, and the waves themselves made a magnificent sound in those crammed compartments. The water was uncomfortably cold, however:
Me playing with a little insect I found among the sand:
A good overview of a part of the beach:
The bunkers had a lot of differing sizes. Here's one of the smallest and largest in the same picture: