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.

Hands and Feet

LEFT Sandal

RIGHT Welly

According to one of the beach combers in the Texel video, Britain and Ireland always receive RIGHT foot shoes washed in from the sea.  I am conducting a little bit of ad hoc research whenever I see footwear washed in and so far, as you can see, it is 50/50 ...