Stick at it...

Baby sitting and a lack of a large enough car – due to it being commandeered by number one son for a trip to Dumfries – meant that I had a walk to Burntisland to undertake. I didn't have to do it, but I thought the excercise would do me good. I wasn't convinced after a mile had passed.

These two obviously thought they could also do with some excercise but chose to paddle around in the puddles left by the ebb tide rather than just walking in a straight line. It looked a lot more fun than I was having, especially if you have wellies and a stick to ease the way.

I wonder if they got a lift back home? I did..!