Bee’s bum

All the work, a walk in the middle. Not on the beach this week because of the wrong tides. I have realised that Rosie pays not the slightest bit of attention to me, so familiar we both are with our weekday walks. We both do our own thing as we please and then go home. New summer beach restrictions are in place now so I need to address this doggy nonsense.

Addressing it means walking round with bits of sausage and ham. Rosie now instantly attentive and obedient.

And I appear to have drink wine and eaten ice cream tonight. It’s the bank holiday. Throws me off for the whole week.