Boxing Day at the beach
Took Harry the dog down to the beach for a run today, being Boxing Day I thought there might be a lot of dog-walkers about, but it was just me, Harry, the crows, seagulls and ducks.
It was just before snow, so the air had that ultra-clear quality to it, and it was really still. The tide was out and there were nice long low rollers coming in over the sandbar. If it wasn't December it would have been a perfect swimming day. I was still kinda tempted to dive right in, it just looked so inviting. There were tracks of somebody who'd gone barefoot today, so I guess I'm not the only one to got the urge to do something season-inappropriate.
Harry had a good time snuffling dog and deer tracks. He found a dead cormorant (Bonus!...if you're a dog. My thoughts were 'yuk') buried some shells and did inexplicable sprints.
Picked some bayberry twigs on the way out. They smell so good at the beach, but when you get them home the smell disappears. Too bad.
It was just before snow, so the air had that ultra-clear quality to it, and it was really still. The tide was out and there were nice long low rollers coming in over the sandbar. If it wasn't December it would have been a perfect swimming day. I was still kinda tempted to dive right in, it just looked so inviting. There were tracks of somebody who'd gone barefoot today, so I guess I'm not the only one to got the urge to do something season-inappropriate.
Harry had a good time snuffling dog and deer tracks. He found a dead cormorant (Bonus!...if you're a dog. My thoughts were 'yuk') buried some shells and did inexplicable sprints.
Picked some bayberry twigs on the way out. They smell so good at the beach, but when you get them home the smell disappears. Too bad.