I am back from vacation... struggling to get back into the non-beach routine. No long walks looking for shells and beach glass... no napping listening to the sound of waves crashing... *sigh*
I have a gazilion pictures... not uploaded yet... but here is one I pulled out. Just as I expected there were oodles of chubby beach horses wandering around the Outer Banks. One morning I counted 35. They didn't pay us much attention, except for one time a group of four came right up to our beach chairs and tried to eat my dad's hat. And it was on his head.
The pictures will be forthcoming.