While walking down Shoreham Beach yesterday afternoon, we came across a Guardian that appeared to have been abandoned on a bench, and so was blowing around the beach in pieces:

Abandoned Guardian

Blowing Supplements
Blowing Supplements
We reassembled it, and left it held down by stones, in case the owner came back. But we didn't take it.

There's probably an extended metaphor for the future of print newspapers here, but I really can't be bothered to find it. ;-)