A cold but bright winter's afternoon, and a 'sleep day' after a night shift so, when I woke up about 2pm, what better to do than take Anna and the Black Dog down to Newgale? The sun was setting and the sea was like rippled gunmetal, calm as a millpond.
Unlike my last visit on Christmas Day, there were no poignant messages in the sand. However, the Black Dog did find a ring of stones carefully laid out on the beach and did some championship target shitting.
All on target, and great grouping. You have to admit he has talent.
(And yes, I did make sure it was cleared up.)