Since we couldn't reach the beach on foot, we took a short drive to it after we left the reserve. It was grey but pretty. Here is some of the flora at the beach.
The mussel shells fascinated Eliot. He liked the beach in the summer; he likes it in the winter (or is this still fall?).
Chris narrowly missed a wave dousing. Here he is beating a retreat.
Windmills and the port on the horizon.
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