|It had been a boiling hot day.|
I waited until late evening to hit the Beach, hoping the air had cooled and the crowds had thinned a little.
|We sat at North Gare and the little fellow was panting.|
|Untangled this as part of my #2minutebeachclean|
|ZZZZZ and a scary face rock in the background.|
|More Beach cleaning; a tent pole.|
|The way back....|