We decided to walk Maggie along the prom this morning, and the first seven dogs we met were all collies, six of which were black and white!
Ranging in age from 6 to 14, Maggie was sociable, even tarty with one, and it was lovely to see such a variety all in good spirits and enjoying themselves.
One 10 year old had a ball which she kept nudging towards her owner to throw with the sling shot. The dog was quite elderly and had arthritis, but once the ball was thrown, she watched where it landed, then ambled over to collect it and bring it back.
Her companion was a few years younger and a rescue they’d only had a matter of weeks. He too was stiff in his joints but making a valiant effort to climb the steps off the beach.
I was trashed by both, wet or not it never bothers me. There is nothing more affectionate than a wet dog after all.
We met up with some local people who have got two small yorkie crosses. The dogs make a bee line for me as soon as they see me, tails wagging, teeth smiling. It’s wonderful.
There were pugs and labs, greyhounds, jack russells, spaniels, cockapoos, and many people we passed on our way we met up with again on the way back.
Half of our return walk was on the beach itself.
Maggie was content to dip her toes which pleased us as the salt water will do her feet the world of good. The tide was going out, leaving behind the ripples in the sand and little gullies where the water drained back towards the sea.
No starfish, dead or alive along the shore today, but there were a couple of deceased crabs.
I picked up a small shell, thinking of the larger one I took down to Mum in December 2017 when we managed to visit her in the home. I don’t know what happened to it, but we have one just like it on the shelf here which I found shortly afterwards.
We stopped and had a breather on a few occasions, then once home, it was time to prepare dinner.
Fish and wedges for Hubby, tomato pasta for me, both served with green beans and carrots. For dessert, we had stewed plums (foraged at the picnic area), rhubarb (2 stick thin stalks off our root out back) and apricots (from the guy down the road who invited me to go and pick some. I took him some runner beans yesterday, our first bundle enough for a meal!). I had to add sugar, but it will clear out our systems as it’s all fresh roughage fruit!
Hubby had custard with his, but I had the last of the creme fraiche, a failed experiment for cheesecake as it didn’t thicken when I whipped it. Nothing gets wasted in this house!
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