Mmmm just finished having a nice nap to recover from this morning’s fantastic outing to St Joseph’s Peninsula State Park on the tip of the Cape. We picked up some lunch from Cone Heads, the eaterie at the end of the road, and headed into the park to where Sam and Nanna and Dandad played on the swings and watched all the blue one clawed crabs scuttle around last year. There were none of those crabs in evidence this time but instead we were able to wade out into the clear knee deep water and spot hermit crabs, plenty of fish and many winkles clinging above water to the pointy green weeds.
When Daddy picked up a hermit crab to show Sam it wiggled its little legs and crawled around on Daddy’s hand making Sam shake and squeal in terror. He grabbed my legs and hid behind me, cowering.
We ate our lunch on a picnic table in the shade and were soon joined by not one but two beautiful red headed woodpeckers with grey mottled chest feathers. They started off perching on a nearby tree trunk but soon got cheekier and cheekier in their quest for food and were hopping on and off the picnic table beseeching us for tit bits, which we denied them. Sam was fascinated.
It also reminded me that last night at the Owl Cafe we had some gulls flying around the patio and Sam started happily cawing away. For a little while it was the only noise he would make. Caw caw!
With the sun beating down on us we decided that a stroll through the park would be a bit much and neither Bill or I fancied hauling Sam along so we headed to the beach. The sea was a lot choppier today and the waves were crashing in. There was quite a strong undertow and I had a bit of difficulty keeping my footing as I’m already rather off balance thanks to Bea. I was nervous about Sam but he was kept happy gathering sun warmed shells and carrying them with his spade to where I was beached at the water’s edge. The tide was coming in and no sooner would he drop them to show me than a wave would come rolling in and sweep his treasures away. “Oh dear! My shells!” he would sadly pout, before contentedly wandering off to collect another batch.