Hitting the beach with the girls

Briefly abandoned the perch for an hour at the beach.
E and I decide to relax.

R decides to skip stones and actually almost hit us with some huge rocks I mean pebbles.

E did not manage to capture any of the amazing multiple skips on video despite repeated attempts. Faulty camera work? No decent multiple skips? We'll never divulge all the secrets of this evening.

Then a dog came by to check us out. Slobbered a bit and moved on. Good thing I am well-versed in Victoria Stillwell's commands because I had to put some of them to use. EH EH, shaggy wet sandy pooch. (According to work, we're not putting commas between adjectives any more. Things changed from last series of books to this, apparently. Must keep abreast.)

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