CFFC: Sandy and shelly

I focused on sand out of Cee’s offered theme Sand or Dirt because I found just the quote to go with something that I can always find on the 12 kilometres of sand right here, the last beach in Tuscany. And I don’t mean dog.

The other reason for choosing sand over dirt? I must confess that I thought dirt meant dirty ground such as dirt road, not soil.

Sand, then. If someone told me that I’d be living less than 2 km from the longer sandy beach than I could walk, I’d suggest staying off drugs. Slovenia has zero sandy beaches. Croatia has one (Tanja will kill me now. Maybe five?). The only ones I saw in my previous life were in Greece. And yet, it happened.

The beach is indeed 12 km long, has only three accesses and is part of a nature reserve in the very south of Tuscany. Rarely a boat passes. The sand is dark and gets really hot under the sun. Father once burned himself in October even though he had just a short distance to pass barefoot.

And now the quote:

I have a collection of seashells – I keep them on beaches all over the world.

Steven Wright

Our beach can be clean on occasion, or full of trash and driftwood more often, but always full of shells. Almost each shell has a hole, which means, I believe, that a predator was at work.

It is often occupied by offshore fishermen which break my balls because they leave their hooks around and dogs can suffer. But I still let bestia run and seeing him do so is one of my favourite sights, as you will see.

All these photos except the last three were taken on our beach between 2013, when I moved to Tuscany and we got bestia, and 2015. See him grow and earn his nickname.

The three photos in the end are from December 2015 when I learned of the shell cemetery on the Slovenian coast (which in total is no longer than four times our beach) and had to check it out with my family. More photos from there (accompanied by an opinion piece on Lord of the Flies) can be found here.

Before we go, today celebrate two of my multi-year blogging buddies. No, they are not Sandy and Shelly from the title but rather Cee, the host of this challenge and a few others, and Dan, the host of Thursday Doors. Long live and cin cin!

And now, in chronological order, here are my really happy early years on the beach.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Sand or dirt

CFFC

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This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

32 thoughts on “CFFC: Sandy and shelly

  1. So fun to see that happy bestia bouncing around. As TSMS said, my favourite is the pink sand one with bestia and shells. What great light. Also, the French starlet, and the one right after, with the gorgeous shell among seawashed sticks. Bestia must love his days when he gets to return to the beach, since he’s been going there from the very first.

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    1. Thank you, Sarah. 🙂 I prefer to be alone when I let him run. Once he scratched an elderly lady who insisted that I unleashed him. When I did, he jumped up to show his affection and scratched her thigh. :p She couldn’t even be upset.

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    1. Thank you, Neil. 🙂 That’s a good mood to be in. I’m glad that you had a look. As you can see I miss a bit of non-furry company on this beach and I’m glad when you say in your post that in company is your preferred mode to be.

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    1. Hahha!! But of course you do of all people, Sunra Nina! See, you’re the first one to say so. “You’re just the same as me!” And yes, it looks as if I were carrying this one shell in my pocket and set it down to pose 😀

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