We took a day trip up the coast on Friday, a glorious beach day, not too hot or humid. We were lucky to find an open parking spot at our favorite beach, which not only has lovely views but the creme de la creme of ice cream & sandwich stands right across the street. After we grabbed some lunch, D promptly fell asleep in his sandchair under an umbrella, while I went wading in the cold but not achingly cold ocean. That salty cold feel of my skin from a dip in the North Atlantic is something I've relished nearly every summer of my life.
Since Portsmouth is just a scenic few miles north from the beach, we couldn't pass up a stroll around town and a light bite of dinner later on.
It never feels like a real summer vacation for me unless I've been to the beach and had dinner dockside. And I'm hoping to do it again before the summer's out.
A handful of photos here.