Zebedee was fairly well behaved at first; he was running around in the sand and stopping every now and then to dig a hole and find a mussel and eat it (including some of the shell!). He reminded me of polar bears that find seal pups by sniffing them under a thick layer of icy snow. Then, the juvenile delinquent that he is, he snatched a stick from a little girl!
The girl looked hopelessly on...
...as the puppy started to destroy her precious find.
What's that? A giant mussel approaching?
The beach can look a little out-of-spacey in places.
Zebedee enjoying one of his seafood delights (being distracted by something in the distance mid-munching).
On our way to Rye, I stopped the car so we could admire the view.
Rye Harbour
(I actually left all my memory cards at home, so I had to borrow Miles's pocket camera... with which all the above photos have been taken.)
