To the sea! to the sea!
We took the hounds to Tregantle beach on Whitsand bay this morning, tempted onward by sunlight glinting along the edge of the coast under clouds that made me think of Payne's Grey.
It rained on us quite a bit as we went down the steep path to the beach, and there was a fierce and cutting wind - but once we got there, the sun found a hole in the clouds and came flooding through, reflecting off all the wet dark rocks and making the sea mist glow pale gold.
We went East along the beach, as the tide was very low and you could walk across stretches of sand that are covered in water much of the time, between tall rocks. We found quite a fe strawberry anemones, and loads of what I've just found out were dog whelk eggs, as well as the usual periwinkles, beadlet anemones, stripy top shells and blue mussels. We also found two decaying shags - presumably remnants of a storm at sea. Az had to be persuaded not to eat them, disgusting old dog that he is.
Brythen played with a number of random beach-visiting dogs, which delighted him, and did a lot of racing madly about, making huge leaps over pools and streams across the sand (he does hate getting his feet wet!) and playing with his toy. He even managed to retrieve it to hand rather than wandering away and dropping it, which is always a bit of a triumph.
He and Az had some boinging sessions together, although Az did get off to a bad start by trying to bounce too fast and corner too sharply and getting his back legs all in a tangle. His legs are rather wobbly now, and although he can still run quite fast in a straight line, cornering seems to be something of a problem area. Fortunately, Brythen is beautifully polite and careful with him, and they somehow managed to work out a way to have fun which didn't involve Az having to run too fast or in circles. I was a little concerned we might have to carry Az back up the cliff, but thankfully he managed to make it all the way to the top on his own four wobbly paws, despite all the beach-bouncing he had done.
It rained on us quite a bit as we went down the steep path to the beach, and there was a fierce and cutting wind - but once we got there, the sun found a hole in the clouds and came flooding through, reflecting off all the wet dark rocks and making the sea mist glow pale gold.
We went East along the beach, as the tide was very low and you could walk across stretches of sand that are covered in water much of the time, between tall rocks. We found quite a fe strawberry anemones, and loads of what I've just found out were dog whelk eggs, as well as the usual periwinkles, beadlet anemones, stripy top shells and blue mussels. We also found two decaying shags - presumably remnants of a storm at sea. Az had to be persuaded not to eat them, disgusting old dog that he is.
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Brythen played with a number of random beach-visiting dogs, which delighted him, and did a lot of racing madly about, making huge leaps over pools and streams across the sand (he does hate getting his feet wet!) and playing with his toy. He even managed to retrieve it to hand rather than wandering away and dropping it, which is always a bit of a triumph.
He and Az had some boinging sessions together, although Az did get off to a bad start by trying to bounce too fast and corner too sharply and getting his back legs all in a tangle. His legs are rather wobbly now, and although he can still run quite fast in a straight line, cornering seems to be something of a problem area. Fortunately, Brythen is beautifully polite and careful with him, and they somehow managed to work out a way to have fun which didn't involve Az having to run too fast or in circles. I was a little concerned we might have to carry Az back up the cliff, but thankfully he managed to make it all the way to the top on his own four wobbly paws, despite all the beach-bouncing he had done.