Our daily routine at the beach reads like this:
Rise, dress, breakfast, and then walk on the beach.
Whatever fills the rest of the day is secondary, for me.
We walk and look at the rocks, shells, and fossils that
have washed ashore in the night. Some mornings we
find driftwood, debris, and seaweed. This year we
found many different types of Gooseneck barnacles.
We also saw an unusual number of hermit crabs on the beach (instead of in the tide pools).
There were a number of tiny shells this year. Little works of art.
And, the find of the trip. I think it's a type of weasel,
perhaps a martin?