I took a few really sweet snaps of them scoring dinner – a crab they had beaten the tar out of. Once the horses rode off I was left with some sea gulls. I could tell he though the white horse has lost his mind. When the water finally swooshed by his hooves he revolted with high kicks and terrible grimaces. He kicked and fumbled and tried to avoid it at all costs. His friend, a young black horse, trailed behind him acting like the water was perhaps made of lava. A white horse clearly loved the waves and kept running directly into them, getting as deep as his flanks before his rider kept dragging him begrudgingly out. Two horses caught my attention for their behavior. Instead a few pedestrians ambled lazily from one place to another and five people on horseback enjoyed the tepid waves slipping to shore. And since it was off-season this place wasn’t packed with people sunbathing like beached sardines. Having reached the beach at low tide there were shells aplenty to find buried in the sand and plenty of wide open spaces to walk as the sea retreated ever farther. I arrived just as the sun was starting it’s weary retreat but when I was still bright enough and warm enough to really enjoy a cool sea breeze. My goal was to hit it at low tide which on this particular day was around five o’clock. I wanted to visit a familiar haunt – the long sandy stretch at Popham. I had such a wonderful afternoon scrambling on the rocky coastline at Fort Williams I decided why waste the rest of such a perfect day doing something inland? No, today was a beach day.
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