A cracking day

Our trips to the beach seem to have been more eventful lately.

This time, we roasted gently with an occasional marinading. Those planes roaring over head made me wonder if a giant hand might just swoop down and dispose of me as a Saint Bartolomeu snack. ( I am on a day’s holiday !!)

And then wallop! My head is in the sea and sunglasses flying off. A gorgeous Labrador, mid leap for a frisbee, came crashing into me. How could I be cross? I love this beach and oomans are not the most important. Most apologetic guardian and frisbee thrower retrieved my sunglasses. Who’s training who? I limped off to my shade and Scooby kept guard.

Here he is making more friends