Beach Therapy

Now that beach stickers or parking lot fees are no longer required, I am free to resume my beach combing endeavors until next spring.  Headed over to Scusset late one morning on my way home from Plymouth.  I thought I was going to hit the end of low tide but it had already started coming back in.  I was surprised to see so many people still sun worshipping.  I thought I'd have the place to myself.  

It was crystal clear but the fog horn over there on the breakwater was sounding every few minutes.

The water photo bombed this picture and ended up making it better than if it was just wet stones.

Lots of 'dump ducks'.

Tons of tiny clam shells at the tide line.

I actually made a terrible error with them.  As you can see in the above pic, and the one below this one, several of the shells are open.  I assumed the clams had been eaten by the gulls.  I scooped up a whole bunch of shells to bring home to do crafts.  After I got home, I dumped everything in my baggie into a colander to rinse.  Only then did I see the clam shells closing on their own.  I realized, oh crap, they are still alive.  I felt horrible.  I frantically texted Russell to ask if they would still live if I got them into the water at the beach near my house and he said they would, so Operation Clam Rescue 2015 was put into action.  Drove down to the beach and dumped them into the water there.  I hope they survive.

Gentle waves.

It was so hot on the beach that I was tempted to just go in the water fully dressed.  But I didn't.

Here comes my yacht!

Heading into the Canal.  I wonder if it went all the way through or stopped at the Sandwich Marina.

Not much glass....I didn't expect to find any at all, but I got 5 pieces.  The olive and white ones were very nice pieces.  And cobalt blue, no matter how tiny, is always appreciated.