After feeding the ducks, and before heading to our hotel for the night, we got in the car and headed over to nearby Dymchurch. We walked along the empty beach with our eyes scanning the sand for pebbles, shells, and seaglass.
The tide was going out but still close to the sea wall. The wind blew in with the waves and pushed Mikey’s too-long hair into his face. In return he picked up handfuls of sand and pebbles and threw them back into the water with force, watching the splash.