There's something special about taking your dog for the final walk of the night on a beach. Most nights of the year we end up walking behind the Museum of Natural History on Central Park, which is pretty darn special too but of course we never appreciate enough what's close at hand.
The beach was much cooler than the afternoon. Then, the sand was scorching hot and I had to carry Harriet directly to the water because it was just too hot for her feet. In the evening it was pleasant and Pip was happy to run in the sand. We arrived at the same time as a hugely overweight Scottie who waddled to the shore - Pip looked positively young and vital.
What caught my eye was a pelican that was gliding over the water and then landed. I was reminded of our tour of the USS Midway that explained that rather than landing on an aircraft carrier the planes underwent a controlled crash. The pelican seemed to drop suddenly out of flight and land on the water. There were still people swimming nearby but the large bird was unfazed. It stayed there for a while but then suddenly took off and carried on down the coast.
We headed back too where J was starting up the barbecue for tonight's meal.
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