Through my eyes this weekend I’m seeing a lot of rocks, surf, sand and seaweed. And a lot of my husband.
While I dally along looking at every rock pool …
stopped in my tracks by the beauty of a shell heap …
studying the red seaweed washing in and gathering in wavy edges, he keeps going, so that when I snap a general view he’s often there at its edge.
This rock platform seems to have eroded with the ebb tide. I was totally amazed by it, but he wasn’t.
But then, he’s an Ebook kind of guy and I prefer paper. He’s happy to read first then eat his banana. I like to do both at once.