And the shore birds out, looking for breakfast.
It's a magical time, to walk and think and gaze out over the water and collect shells and I cherish it.
Trouble is, no matter which direction I take, I manage to meet my nemesis - a dog walker.
He'd just blithely walked past the sign.
Well actually that sign is an interesting variation. Mostly they say "No Dogs on Beach". I wonder what sort of other animals people have been bringing to the beach to inspire it. There are plenty of animals already on the beach - crabs, rabbits, raccoons, bobcats, but they don't read too well. Or pretend they don't.
A couple of weeks ago a man was standing by the water and calling his dog to join him, "C'mon Buddy!" Buddy was a bit reluctant at first.
"I see", I observed, "that your dog can read and you can't."
Buddy then proceeded to chase me, getting more and more excited, his lead trailing and nearly tripping me up until I had enough, "Will you please call your dog!"
The man evidently decided to punish me by doing nothing. Finally after a major loss of temper on my part, he emitted a reluctant, "C'mon Buddy". Needless to say, Buddy took no notice.
The trouble is, they have a rule but absolutely no way of enforcing it. If every dog owner in Venice - and they are legion - decided the rules didn't apply to them we'd have complete mayhem.
I hasten to point out that there is a dog beach just down the road, so they have no excuse.