Beach combing adventures

Toward the end of Rissie's visit we decided it was time to get serious about finding her some nice sea shells.  Our previous outings to the beach had turned up a lot of really lovely, though fairly quotidian, clam shells.  We invited my church friend, Merlene, to come with us for the morning and packed a picnic lunch.  We strayed away from our usual beach and headed for one with a lot of rocky areas where shells tend to get caught.  Merlene, who is also a Perth native, knew of a particularly fruitful spot. The weather was perfect for our little picnic.  The boys were in heaven climbing over the rocks, and Merlene's special sea shell spot did not disappoint.

Eliot loved the dried fruit that Merlene brought, and held it on his lap the whole time.

Peter's face was soon smeared with tomato sauce.

Playing in the sand.

Two brothers exploring the rocks together.  Though Peter was walking quite a bit by this time he felt a little more comfortable manoeuvring the landscape on his hands and knees.

I love this picture of Eliot, he looks so intrepid.

I love this picture of Peter, he looks like he's just burst into song (which, I suppose, he more or less had).

Merlene has been climbing these rocks since she was a little girl, and Eliot enjoyed exploring them with her.

A closer look at the rocks.  They looked like Wheetbix.

While Merlene and Eliot continued to climb over the rocks, and Rissie continued to hunt for sea shells, Peter and I relaxed a bit in the shade.

Making sand angels.

Back on solid ground for the short walk back to the car.