Back in October, Naomi and I went to the beach. Being an 'inland' type of person, I was surprised at just how far the tide retreats. We went because I had this crazy idea that I wanted to dip my toe into the North Sea. A romantic notion, I guess, since there was no common sense involved, i.e. it was October, overcast, cold and wiiiiiiindy. Brrrr...no wonder those invading Vikings were so cranky.
Look at all that mud... and those are clean, new, white-inside shoes... hmmm... you gotta know, this didn't end well. LOL!
I'm generally afraid of natural water: ocean, lakes, big rivers. You can't see the bottom. There are 'things' living under the surface. Oh, and you can't breathe under there either.
Luckily, toe dipping isn't scary. It is going close enough to feel the water lapping, without the shiver of things swimming around your legs.
When we got to the beach, the tide was out. This meant walking quite a ways to get to the edge of the water. As you can see, the sand closest to the pier is dry, followed by a rocky bed, and then wet, squishy, mud that never gets completely dry.
The watermark on the poles showed that we were walking in an area where the water is usually 15-20 feet above our heads. *eeek*
In all, it was fun, and we found lots of seashells and scrambling crabs.
I brought some of the more interesting shells home to paint. On the advice of a friend from Japan, they made great tea light holders for Christmas candles and presents.