Monday, August 13, 2012
Where the road ends...
...the beach begins.
This was our every day for the past week and as usual I thought I could get forever used to having sand between my toes that never really went away.
We watched the wild horses graze from our little blue house every morning and evening. Unlike the typical beach house, here it was quiet. So quiet we woke to the sound of birds and the horses whinnying in the distance.
They came close to say hi.
Children played and dug and ate and slept and refined their beach skills of digging, Kadima, sand-fiddler and clam catching, boogie-boarding, walking, shell-finding, reading, playing cards.
Oh, and cartwheels, of course.