tide, boots and remembrance

1 The tide is low so we head out to investigate. As we get nearer we can smell the sea and hear the waves calling out to us to come closer and we do.
2 Plaid. I'm in love with my plaid boots.
3 The licorice tea reminds me of my dad. He used to take us out fishing and bring all sorts of treats. He preferred black, but we loved the red. My sister, brother and I would bite off the ends and then pretend they were cigarettes and blow through the ends. Politically incorrect of course now, but back then très chic.