OBSERVED: fair - clean; one soaring pelican, schools of small white fish
COLLECTED: seaweed, sand
The shore break was long again, this time filled with bits of seaweed churned to a pulp by three days of rough surf. I knew just looking at it that T. OCEAN would end up with bites. Within thirty minutes the backs of his legs were completely covered with welts; luckily, I remembered to bring the Sting Zapper ointment and applied it right away. He played up on the sand for a while longer, though insisted on making sure he HAD to stay out of the waves by asking here and there if he could go back in. No, I said. Perhaps tomorrow.
The water's edge looked like a pesto of watery seaweed; yet just a bit further out was perfectly clear and much calmer. Too deep for T. OCEAN though. And if I go, he'll follow me. Better to stay on shore.
There was some rubbish about, but not too bad - a bottle here, a cup there, the usual bits of plastic. An easy pick-up, and a short but sweet outing. Back again soon enough.
Your,
Little Mama Sea Keeper
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