More Hot Sand

Another (rare) hot day with hardly a breeze on my bit of Ballydowane.  The sea was still cold but if I had my togs with me I think I would have risked it.  Instead, I sat and sweltered.  The sand burned my feet and the sea was so calm that the waves could hardly be bothered to break on the shore.

 

I found part of a lobster.  It was red so had been cooked and found its way onto the beach somehow.  One of the antennae was in the seaweed next to it and I managed to extricate it whole and bring it home.