Yesterday we got a call from Frank’s dad, Anthony, asking if we wanted to take a trip to the beach with our dogs. They have a little terrier named Hobbes, and he hasn’t been to the beach in ages since Anthony injured his collarbone in a cycling accident. Anyway, we agreed, and the three people and two wild dogs all piled into the little Kelly car, and off we went.
It was a beautiful day, sunny, warm and clear. The beach is only about 4 miles from Drogheda, so it was just a short drive through the town and over the hills. Actually, Anthony surprised me by pulling over at a certain point and asking me to drive!! It was my first attempt driving on the “wrong” side of the road and also the first time I’d driven a manual car in probably 10 years. But I did OK! I just went a little ways down the winding country drive until we reached the sea. Anthony coached me and I didn’t kill anyone. Honestly, it was harder trying to remember how to drive a stick than it was trying to drive on the opposite side.
We walked along the beach for a long time, looking at the water, watching the dogs play, and picking things out of the sand. I love seeing the different kinds of shells that wash up on the world’s shores… and the ones here were beautiful curved things, little curly shells and long skinny shells and your basic clam and mussel shells, scattered around. The pebbles were lovely, too, colorful and luminous in the sunlight. Then I came upon what appears to be a tooth! Yes, I know, in true Maryann fashion, I am always digging around in the muck looking for something strange. I should have been an archaeologist. Anyway, I thought it might be a whale’s tooth because it was so big, but upon doing some internet research when we got home, we think it might be a horse’s tooth instead. All in all, a beautiful and fun day was had by all. Georgie is still getting on fine, she’s sweet and quiet and everyone loves her. Now if we could just get her house trained… 🙂 Happy Valentine’s Day!