Having a Hurtle

The Wretched One and her confederate decided to clean out the fridge this afternoon, so I jolly nearly didn't get a walk at all.  But in the end the Kindly Mister relented and we went out in the evening, almost like a date.  I did the hurtlings along the beach and drove a couple, who appeared not to be wearing their furs, right into the sea.  

They didn't get out until we'd passed by.