Beach toes.
Hard core beach toes.
I’m sitting looking out on a grey day and it’s cold! I had to go hunting for blankets last night, it was so cold. And there was thunder. I’m feeling just a touch pouty.
But these toes crack me up.
And so did these two, last week.
I definitely have a black dog thing. Can you imagine how great it must feel launching yourself like that?
And this little one. OK there were a few, but there was always one who would come to me and I’d find myself standing funny or holding my hand strangely because this little guy was sitting on me or walking up my leg or along a finger or up my belly. I was out yesterday and found one had smuggled himself home on my bag.
And these guys weren’t at the beach but they still made me smile. Hey! Maybe they were on their way to the beach! They look sort of cool that way.
OK I’m feeling not quite so pouty. Back to work.