Muppet

Perfect tide times for an early morning trip to Porty. Quick breakfast, cuppa, get the dog in the car, dog towel, bag etc. And off we go!
Arrive, park. And then the horrible slow dawning realisation that we forgot the ball thrower. And a ball. And Jaffa is bouncing around like a puppy because the ball on the beach is the greatest thing in the world.

Had to improvise- we had a rubber poo-bag holder that we could turn into a makeshift ball and with a bit of effort we could boot it along the beach. The only problem was that it would quickly fill with water. And then it would sink. And then somebody would have to go retrieve it. And that somebody was me.

And it was freezing.