I don't often go to the beach. I won't go into the water because my few almost-drowning experiences have drowned out any happy recollections of the sea. Plus, I find getting sand in between my toes to be very annoying. So J was very surprised when I suggested we go to the beach yesterday.
A while ago I had checked out a library book on felting and one of it's projects had pebbles incorporated into the project. I had filed that idea into the "things to think about later" part of my brain. And that idea randomly popped into my head this weekend.
So we went to the beach. We looked at a weird house
and amusements building
and watched people swimming in the freezing ocean and a cluster of boats, the water and sky appearing like one single grey mass.
And we looked for pebbles. And looked for pebbles. And looked for pebbles. And didn't find any. We did find some pretty shells, and I collected a few (I'm not sure what to do with them though). And then we went home.
So I have a question for those of you who go to beaches, is this unusual? Do beaches normally not have pebbles?