One of the best things about our recent move to New England is that we have local access to the ocean. (Apparently, you’re not really supposed to call the Long Island Sound the ocean, but it fulfills my ocean expectations, so I’m happy.) Doodle and I have been taking advantage of this, and will spend hours walking the boardwalk, chasing seagulls, finding cool rocks/seaglass, poking at jellyfish, digging in the cold sand, and running away from the waves. The beaches here have an interesting combination of sand and smooth stones. Doodle loves to find a nice stoney section and stand on the rocks right where the water comes in around them, but not over them. Then he’ll throw stones into the water until I finally drag him away crying. It’s very hard for me to later explain to him that he can’t throw the stones that we brought home in the house. Because we moved here last fall, we have only come to know and love the off-season beach. I have a feeling that an afternoon at the beach won’t be quite as relaxing come summertime!