Things that live in water

My humans went to a beach today.

That means I went to a beach today. 

We were way out of town somewhere, down a dirt track, where beaches were sand

and more sand

and no umbrellas

or deckchairs

or waiters from the taverna across the road.

Just sand, and a tree for some shade, and a view of that lighthouse...

They went paddleboarding.

I guarded the van.

Mr B snuffled around in the water.

F collected some rubbish. I can't see the attraction of rubbish but she seems compelled by the stuff. Look the other way....other people do.  On our way back I saw a bikini clad woman lying on the beach in the sun, surrounded by rubbish.  In the end F only throws her collection in a bin anyway.  Waste of time I say.

Mr B showed me something called a crab.

Unimpressive.

Clouds came over and F ventured out of the tree shade to chase around in the water after something she said were hermit crabs.

We took some photos of the wetlands on the other side of the dirt track we had followed to the beach.

I slept soundly on a balcony chair when we got back. F is making paella (she uses chicken; I might get some if I look like a poor starved cat......)