Life's a beach

The weather was do damn warm today that not only did I have the first barbie since arriving back in the Netherlands 10 months ago, but afterwards we went to the beach. Admittedly the barbie was a disposable tinfoil tray of charcoal that nearly burned a hole in our table while only lightly warming my steak and the beach was on the North Sea, but as they say here: You have to row with the oars you're given.
Despite the green scum that was washing up on the beach, it was very pleasant. The dog learned the hard way that drinking sea water is a bad idea.