A pretty lighthouse, made me think of Grandma Ginn.
At another beach (that we also had to walk a good 15 minutes to get to) there was an area of mud. David ran right to it, I decided not to. His skin was nice and soft after he rinsed off the mud, but for the next three days he had mud in his fingernails and an orange glow he couldn´t quite wash off!!
A windmill in the middle of the city.