Whole heart world’s end. (I just wanted to say that.)

A few years back, we learned of a park called World’s End located in Hingham, south of Boston. Of course we had to go.

Of course I had to bring my camera. The good one. Film.

Of course we couldn’t resist the tiny shells. Or the ‘lil kids, who also weren’t resisting tiny shells.

And, headed home after an afternoon of exploring, of course we wouldn’t resist fried seafood, despite our thirty-year-old digestion. Who would?