Fishy business

Poor Sam was on day 2 of paint duty while Dave, Tess and I swanned off to the beach. Dave plunked himself down to sketch the north shore while Tess and I beachcombed but there were slim to none pickings...except this dear departed fish, which we didn't take home. Just as i was leaving i stood on a rusty metal spike, oocha, right through my trainer and into my toe. It's still throbbing hours later.. but i did blag a pity ice cream out of it. Late night gardening shift where i lost myself in mindfullness lifting, digging out and over and relaying the patio to try and distract myself from the throbbing toegate saga.