Fresh from the shower after walkies.

Meandered up to the beach, waved to the fishies, and toddled on back home. Not many people out and about, and the weather was *perfecto* not hot, not cold, perfectly mild. It really surprised me that there weren’t many people on the beach or Atlantic Blvd…Almost a ghost town. It was comforting to roam unfettered by folks in my way…take as long a stride as I chose and not worry about stepping on or worse coming up too fast behind someone in my path. Soft, , sugar-fine, pale sand that was loosly packed…I really enjoy treading barefoot there, a light sea spray in the wind.

Returning to the walkies was nice, I feel that there was no effort involved at all, even walking up the bridge… I think there was more boat traffic than any other sort. Large Skiffs using the wind to their advantage (I was too… I love a light breeze to my back as I hike.) I think I’m going to hit the lighthouse tomorrow, instead of just tagging the sand and heading back.

Newt’s playing with the sandy sandals now… I think I’ll join him.