The Wonder Dog

After a long hard day at work (ok, only 3 days a week!) I come home to The Wonder Dog! Unconditional love of the furry kind - he's a rescued bearded collie, 2yrs old, called Ollie. We usually head for the beach and he's straight into the sea, lies down and dips his head under to get the hair out his eyes. (Don't suggest an Alice band . . . ) The seals are very curious and let him get really close to them. Tonight we went round the fields and down to the cliffs. The ravens were sitting on the fence posts, watching us. I always feel the cliffs are their territory, they aren't very welcoming. Ollie ignores them. The sun was setting and the last rays caught the underside of a fulmar, turning its underside orange and pink - needless to say my camera was back at the house.