Lynne turned the tables on me today, and took me to explore a new beach I'd never been to. Cleveland Beach is in Queensland, along Margaret's Bay Road on the southern shore.
It was a lovely spot. The beach curved around to a point, and doubled-back through a grove of trees.
The trees on the point were draped in old man's beard, that waved in the chilly wind.
After passing the grove, we came to a lovely little beach, covered in the softest sand. Even though the sand was soft, and sheltered from the on-shore winds, and the dogs were hot from their run, Trey's next move made no sense.
He waded chest deep into the frigid Atlantic Ocean, wearing his warm, pink coat, and lay down !
I think even think Wendy was shocked.