Skye and I took our walk after lunch. It was cold, but with a heavy jacket and gloves, I was fine, and Skye was content when another fossil nut recognized her and gave her some pets.
We saw an eagle catch a fish, now that the Ospreys are gone and they have to fend for themselves.
Fossil hunting was awful; the beach was mostly sand, and the surf was too rough and frothy to look in. I found one tooth.
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