Not only have I become a horse lover in my later years, I’ve also become a beach girl. Not the sun-bathing, nor swimming, nor even wading kind of beach girl, but the beachcombing kind.
With a nice sea breeze, I can stroll for hours, either alone or with a friend, sun-visor on,
sand shell bucket in hand…knowing that the next treasure waits just a little further along the shoreline.
Although sea glass is my favorite find, who can resist a pretty shell? Or a dozen?
A few days ago, I found a long stretch of deserted beach on the Outer Banks. It was a magical time, with Motor Man relaxing – (and watching) – in the shade of a nearby dune.
The above pictures were taken with my cell phone. Motor Man had the camera and took this next one. See that tiny little white speck where the ocean meets the shore? That’s me.
That’s Motor Man’s happy beach girl with her bucket of seashells. And one piece of sea glass.
~These Days Of Mine~