You know what it’s like when you’re so set in your routine you do things on remote control.
I did that once in 1998 and drove to a house we had moved out of much to the amusement of Hubby and my passenger.
Our days are pretty much the same, get up, let out dog, have breakfast, walk dog, shopping, you know, run of the mill stuff until bedtime.
Well today I did things differently!
First of all, I got up at 7.10 and left Hubby in bed. He’d had a dreadful night, so I let him catch up on some sleep.
Come 7.30 I was walking the dog along the beach. It was a beautiful morning and I took these.
I bumped into Zack and Vogue with their owners. She has just achieved her bronze certificate in training classes, and Zack is almost there with his silver.
Walking up towards town, I was greeted by a chap and his two dogs that we’d got chatting with shortly after we arrived. He said he hadn’t seen us for a while and was pleased to know we were still about. His young pup is still mental and charges about everywhere.
I was glad to notice that the area where we’d seen the seal yesterday was clear, so it had either returned to the water or someone from the sanctuary had come out to assist. It seemed to be rather a long way from the water’s edge which is why we reported it.
Dogs won’t be allowed on this part of the beach from May 1st, and we hope they will clear the tens of thousands of broken shells and the recent dead crabs and other marine life rotting in the sand by then because they will cut kiddies feet to ribbons.
We’ve already seen the great ‘sand mower’ in action a while ago, so they will probably be doing the same thing every day then.
Up by the cafe overlooking the crazy golf course, a couple were having tea and toast, adoringly looked at by their three little dogs whilst a fourth sat on his master’s lap.
They waved as Maggie and I turned down towards the park to head for home.
With Easter just around the corner, whether white or not, the town is getting ready for the holiday season, so the park is having fences painted, row-boat jetties repaired, and someone will have the unenviable job of getting rid of all the worm casts in their bowling green.
Maggie passed a few ducks who showed little interest in this furry black thing and just watched her go by .
When I got home, Hubby was up and hoovering. We share the chores, there is no his and hers jobs, one of us just gets on with it.
With it being such a lovely day, we decided to do the washing and got it out on the line, our first this year! Hurrah!!
We’ve had two walks since and the washing’s dry with a crisp smell only outside drying can provide.