Marching

A lovely morning, we'd decided to try to get the dogs to the beach earlier to give them a romp. That kind of worked, we kind of got going near the time we'd said and then half a mile down the road had a 'did you bring the dog leads? ..'no I thought you did' conversation and had to go back for those. 
There was a travelling sea weed baths at Long Strand. Saw no one I knew being brave in the seaweed, so I didn't try a shot. Both shore and surf were holding their own today, but I went with the land. The marching grasses reminding me of the World War men heading in. 
A few here Land and Sea