Bracing

Picnic on my new favourite beach in East Lothian. Busy but not too rowdy, and we managed to wander far enough away from the barbecues so that Cabot couldn't smell temptation.

Saying that, the poor thing spent most the afternoon on his lead. Within 10 minutes of finding our spot on a rocky outcrop, he managed to soak R (not pictured) and made a valiant but thwarted dash for the spread that we had started to lay out. Too tasty for dogs.

Despite much skulking in the shade, I managed to gain a healthy glow and get sand between my toes. Pah!