To The Beach

Another bright day with a chill on the wind but we decided it was time to wrap up and brave it. The place was blooming mobbed. Who do these people think they are?? There were even people on our own private side of the beach...

This was Harry's first trip to Temtsmuir and I think his head nearly exploded. It was a bit of a sensory overload for him as we headed through the forest. He was all over the place and it took Mike a while to get him sober enough to walk straight! By the time we reached the beach itself he had settled and was quite happy wandering and looking all around. I think he'll need a few more trips to get used to the place.

Sunday supper had been bubbling way in the slow cooker all day. A smile might have crept across Mr Lif's face as he realised beef was on the menu and not lentils! I like to keep him on his toes