Gorgeous, sunny day. Razor clams showing like mad. My love. The sun, the moon, the beach, and blue sky. Kids, cousins, uncles, old and new friends. A star fish. Guns versus shovels. My first time, my first limit – a little mangled but still made some mean chowder.
P.S. Very lucky the next good clam tide falls on The Gentleman’s birthday. I might not be able to move afterwards, but I have a feeling I know what we’re having for dinner.