We're on the edge of spring. Last weekend was beautiful and warm. This weekend, so far, has slipped back to cooler and windy. So... let's go back to last weekend. We went out for a day at the beach. If there's someone in ski wear at the beach, it is likely to be Barbara. I did not know this, but I am learning.


Someone stayed up late the night before, and kept his head down for a snooze on the ferry. The walk seemed to do the trick. Or maybe it was crossing the estuary in bare feet with crabs about. Someone doesn't like the idea of crabs underfoot.

Start burying.


Mid burying.



Done burying. They tell me it's comfy in there.



We had an appetite for our favorite. No, they're not burritos. Can't get those. They're kebabs, and they are pretty tasty. Dean says, stop with the pics already. Especially when I am about to discover that I've opened the wrong end and it's all going to come tumbling down. Very soon now. A couple of bites.