Lobster Burn and Stupid Gulls

Despite the fact that this is my second summer not completely landlocked, I have only gone to the beach a handful of times (like, twice?).  Got a fantastic lobster burn on my legs (naptime on the skillet), but my shoulders have been burned enough that at this point it just starts browning (hurrah -- no longer quite the pasty blue person).  Got some locals (the best part was the umbrella in the top left corner):

There was a fellow sitting somewhere behind us who kept feeding the gulls, so even when he stopped they would prowl around behind us every so often looking for more handouts: