Beach Walk, Jan 1st

After a disturbed night with fireworks going off at midnight to half past and a cowering dog under the bed, we awoke to a beautiful, if chilly day.
I rang the hospital this morning and the Staff Nurse said Mum had had a good night and was sitting up in her chair. They had just changed the dressing on her leg which was still bleeding but overall it looked like she was going to have a positive day.
I spoke to Mum and wished her a happy new year. She sounded quite cheerful, but said she didn’t know where she was and asked someone in the background so that she could tell me. I don’t know if my card has been delivered yet, but I told her it was on its way and had a rabbit on it because I knew there are some happy memories of those for her.
She said she was going to go for a little walk in a minute (this would probably be in the wheelchair because the wound on her leg won’t let her walk anywhere) but had to get dressed properly first. She added she wasn’t worried too much about her leg, but she’d hurt her arm. I asked if she was comfortable and she said she was, then asked me where I was. I said we were at home in Lincolnshire and just about to take the dog for a walk along the beach. I could feel her drifting away, so told her I loved her and was thinking of her. She said she loved me too, and I hung up.

The beach for the time of year was packed, both on and off the sand. Dogs were playing in the water chasing each other, and kids were making sand castles with buckets and spades. As a child, I could never get my castle to turn out whole, so to see rows and rows of perfect turrets had me a little green. Being a holiday resort, several cafes and kiosks were open, though we decided against having ice cream!
Maggie was enjoying herself walking along the prom, being sociable to all other canines en route, including a three legged terrier which would give her a run for the money, he was that fast!

Dog owners or not, we got a lot of  ‘Good mornings,’ and ‘Happy New Years’.
We met up with a guy pushing a penny farthing and as usual, I didn’t have the camera.
We stopped and chatted for a while as he explained it was hard going trying to keep his balance riding it on the sand. He and a mate had taken a year to restore it, and he said it was terrific fun. He pointed out that the only thing keeping him upright was the bracket above the penny in front of the saddle which supported the whole thing, and that had a hole cut in it! He was dressed for the part too so it was like being taken back in time.
There was a seal slightly offshore and the whole thing put a spring in my step making me feel good about the day.
One family were collecting shells and Mum was frantically looking in her holdall for a bag.
Anyone with a dog knows that to go out without Poo Bags is a mortal sin, so I was able to offer one much to the delight of their little girl who didn’t want to get her pockets sandy.
We turned off the prom onto the High Street and decided to pop into our favourite coffee lounge for tea and cake. Maggie sat under the table hoping for something to come her way or drop!

We decided to walk back along the beach, this time along the water’s edge itself.
No sign of the seal now, but there were plenty of dogs still playing, and one family had five.
Maggie wanted to chase the gulls, so we compromised and let her run after them for a short way, then called her back so that she didn’t overtire herself.
Suddenly there were shrieks and whistles as the dog on the longest lead suddenly went flying past us with such gay abandon at being free of its ‘anchor’ human on the other end.
Maggie was pretty nonplussed, padding in and out of the water, sniffing the bubbles coming to the surface from the worm casts, but there was no sign of our ‘bicycle pump‘ worm diggers today. The dog came close to us and I was able to put my foot on the lead and retrieve it from the water much to the relief and gratitude of the owners.

The tide started to come in and had made significant progress in the time it took us to get back to the flood gate.
It’s a Super Moon tomorrow, so the water should be coming up to the promenade. Hopefully this time we’ll get some pictures.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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10 Responses to Beach Walk, Jan 1st

  1. fransiweinstein says:

    Sounds like the perfect way to soend the first day of a new year 😊

  2. Sound s very lovely. We ar housebound here, rain all day.

  3. joyroses13 says:

    What a great way to start the year!

    • We heard on the radio this morning that 41 people took to a New Year dip just up the road at 9am. We missed it by an hour, though the thought of a guy in a Mankini is playing havoc with my imagination. £4000 was raised and there were some very cold people!

  4. Nothing like getting the new year off to a good start. I too love a good walk on the beach. Dudley, my chic labrador cannot be kept away from water….

    • Hello there! Thanks for commenting. Maggie loves the water too, yet never made any attempt to jump in the river or the marina when we were on the boat. Labs love the water too. Nothing so affectionate as a wet dog!

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