Beach Play

What to do with our extra hour today? We felt we needed a blast of fresh air so took a trip to the John Muir Country Park. As well as a teenager we usually take a ball or vortex ( throwy thing) when we go out. So the beach walk becomes a hazard of keeping out if the way of the vortex as it whistles past. Or taking it in turns to hide in the long grass and then sending out the vortex. Ahh, never a dull moment.
The teenager and his dad pointed out that everyone else on the beach had a dog to throw a ball for. I pointed out that they also carried a little plastic bag of dog poo. Not that I have anything against dogs ... apart from that.