Dog day morning

The sand flats of the Nevern estuary are a glorious stretch of emptiness at low tide with a long sea horizon to the north. In summer when the water peels back, acres of tiny green fingers  can be seen protruding from the sand. It's easy to overlook them because the wider views are so eye-catching but today we stopped and picked a large bunch while Raki raced and chased to her heart's content, even jumping in and out of a muddy channel (unusual for her as she's not a water-loving dog).

Since August 26th is International Dog Day (do we really need one?) my blipped samphire  comes  with a canine paw print of approval. 
The forage made a perfect accompaniment to local line-caught mackerel for supper.

Extra shows the samphire growing on the sand flats, its bright green  turning rusty as the season ends. It's also known as glasswort, the name coming into use in Britain only in the 16th century when Venetian glassmakers arrived and recognised the plant as a source of the soda ash they used for flux in making their crystal-clear products.