It is an absolutely FILTHY day, and of course Maggie wanted to go out.
No sir, she would not pee on the front lawn, she wanted her morning walk on the beach.
This photo was taken on ‘White Sands’ and I forgot to include it.
Anyway, it’s not snow this time, we wouldn’t mind that, by icy driven rain and winds of 60mph plus.
The windows are whistling, though the house is amazingly warm. We have several dead wheelie bins in the road. Our neighbour’s bin had gone blowabout and overturned on our drive, but luckily Hubby managed to clear up before they were emptied at 6.30.
We donned our yellow suits (jacket and trousers) so pleased we decided to keep them after giving up the boat, woolly hats and gloves, put Maggie in her waterproof coat and fluorescent jacket as it was still quite dark, and padded out across the wet divide.
We were on for a frustrating sniffathon and the wind hit us full force as we turned the corner, almost taking us off our feet. Eventually she performed the biz and we turned tail and came home, this time with the wind behind us.
It was a compromise, as we sort of did half the avenue and got within sniffing distance of the beach, but it would have to do.
It’s approaching 9.30 now, and the wind has turned, literally, going the other way so we are in for another bout of it.
Hubby has discovered where the whistling’s coming from and filled in a couple of holes in the window frame. Perfect, the only casualty being my wooden spoon to get the gunge out, a result of kitchenituspilferous.
Fence panels next.
Here we go again, though not ours. The panels themselves are sturdy, but it appears the posts had not been concreted in and the wind has lifted them. The posts are on our side, but the fence is our neighbours, so we’ll have a little chat and offer to split the cost of bags of instant cement to secure them in place once the wind dies down.
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Congratulations on surviving your morning walk!
We’ve had 2 since, and the beach is amazing! the water was practically boiling on our first beach visit, and on our second it was slightly calmer (but not much) and the sand had banked up against the promenade.
Poor Purrseidon really wishes she was Maggie’s sister! Crazy cat LOVES to go to the beach, even if it is only for a walk.
I’ll remember to post loads of pictures of the beach for Purrseidon then.
Odd as it is, for a cat, the beach seems to be her favorite place.
Her name is very apt then.
We’ve ofter wondered if we accidentally jinxed her when we named her.
It’s always the worst days when certain four-legged friends decide to be picky about where to do their business!
Oh tell me about it. When we’d been away to MOH for only three days it took over an hour to do a ten minute walk, she had to say hello to every blade of grass en route!!
Unfortunately, I know how that feels all too well!
🙂 🙂