Crossing the rocks

I think I promised you visual proof that we crossed rocks to get to our bed and breakfast.

So here are three pictures: two in daylight, cold sober, no problem, tra la la.

The third in the dark, in the rain, after a pint or two. Tra la splash! Doug did not catch me in the act of falling, but if you look closely you will see that one foot is suspiciously darker than the other. That's on account of the fact that it was soaked.







And yes, I admit it: I was wearing socks with sandals. Comfort over style. That's me.