Pebble Beach

I’m not sure if the name of all beaches which have pebbles on them are called ‘Pebble Beach.’ If they were it would be difficult to distinguish between them.

The family travelled to a beach this summer which had pebbles on it however, so it would be counted as qualifying for the ‘Pebble Beach’ moniker.

It was not only pebbly, it was also stony. So stony in fact it hurt the feet of those (me in particular) who walked upon it. It took a bit of practice to learn the technique of walking over these stones, which turned out not to be just on the beach, but also under the water. Wearing shoes (crocs in my case) turned out to be the solution: they would collect stones at the same time as shielding from them, but after washing them out a number of times, the stones seemed to get the point.

I don’t know why some beaches refuse to be eroded by the wind and sea into sandy beaches, but I think they should learn quick. Beaches should not be anything but sandy.

Here upon ‘Pebble Beach’ we played frisbee. It is quite easy to loose them - when boredom sets in - but the people there were responsible enough not to steal them, nor to pick them up and take them to the police’s lost and found. Maybe they just didn’t want to walk across the stones to reach them.

Across the bay, a giant James Bond evil nemesis’ base could be seen – probably working under the disguise of a nuclear power station, which may or may not be the reason for the erode-resistant pebbles.

Also we found an enormous hermit crab – for him ‘Pebble Beach’ must have been a marvelous area for the collection of shells for his house. After finding him he was quickly lost again – for the sheer amount of other rocks under the water.

So for some, possibly just the crabs and frisbee owners, ‘Pebble Beach’ was second to none. However next year I would like a more sandy one myself.