Labrador and lighthouse

Stella whimpered all the way to Whitesands. Anyone hearing it would probably think we were being cruel to her, but I think it translated as "are we there yet? Are we there yet?" 

As soon as we got out of the car, George and I realised it was a lot colder than it looked, with a wind that went right through you. Stella, of course, wasn't bothered in the slightest. 

It wasn't the longest walk. But when it briefly started snowing on the way home, we felt cutting it short had been the right decision.