We decided to go to the beach today, to get out of the trailer since we haven’t done an awful lot the past 10 days or so, so we set off for Gloucester Point with the intention of running the dog on the sand. We had wanted to head to Achilles or Severn but Nell didn’t have them in her so Gloucester Point was the next best thing.; we took a detour to Achilles when we saw the sign. I now know why Nell doesn’t have either town in her memory as they were literally just wide spots in the road and I can’t imagine anyone ever wanting to go there. We drove through both towns and kept heading towards the water on the map. We passed some funky houses up on box stilts and some even funkier people sitting out on their garden swing in camouflage dungarees with bottles of beer (it was 11 in the morning). I thought West Virginia was a little scary, this was worse. The whole area was a big marshy bog and the road we were on turned into a one lane rough road that ended in the bog. Just beyond where the road ended was a huge expanse of water with a half-sunk boat in it that looked like it had been abandoned, it was weird. We never did find the beach and Tal-y had to make do with a run around the Bark Park, which was fine with her; really she was happy just sitting on the step trying to spot squirrels.

Mike: Its that sheltered life thing again!