An Empty Beach

A not-so-very warm Wednesday morning in July and we had the whole beach more or less to ourselves. The dogs had a lot of high speed galloping to do. Rimmer apparantly doesn't understand that salt water is not good to drink and lapped a fair bit of it up and then threw it up shortly afterwards. I was in Carin's car as I'd taken her and her friend to Schiphol at 8 and decided to drive on to the beach from there.