A bracing January walk on the beach complete with sandstorm and stropping three year old.
Well that really cheered everyone up.
I believe stinky is the best word to sum up our beach walk (minus children) this afternoon.
If there is even a small morsel of something rotten on the beach, Bonnie will find it.
And then she will eat it.
And then I will have fish burps all the way home in the car.
I’ve had a day of defiance.
From a nine year old who was getting Pokemon withdrawal symptoms because her television had been turned off…(yes, apparently it’s her television), to a dog who decided lattes were more preferable than returning back to her screeching owner.
Is Monday over yet?
Lots of walking to get to this beach.
The dog had other ideas as to where she was going to go. (and that normally involved going in the opposite direction).
The convoy ambled on, crossing rivers with ease…
The wildlife was challenging at times.
Can’t beat a smugglers cave!