Scents linger.

The sheep have been moved from their pen down by the estuary. The sheep may have gone but their 'scents' linger. Our morning walk is interrupted as my shaggy companion rolls on her back in grass infused with 'parfum de mouton '.

This takes quite some time. Some joys cannot be hurried. When finished she walks with an evident 'life is good' spring in her step.

It's now light by six thirty. At this time of the day the beach is largely given over to family dogs of a certain age. This morning we pass a golden, a Sheltie and a labrador. The golden and the labrador have balls in their mouths and walk with their heads held high. The Sheltie has an overly large stick of which he is very proud. All are of an age where they have inelastic hips. All are quite clearly loved. The PONette greets each of them. 

This mornings topic of conversation between dog owners is yesterdays accident on the road into town. At the busy 'Y' junction a van driver failed to notice a cyclist coming down the hill towards him. They collided head on. It must have been serious because the air ambulance was called on to ferry the injured cyclist to hospital ten miles away. Within three minutes the police had the road sealed off and the traffic diverted. We all agree the emergency services were highly efficient.

The high tide in the afternoon was quite the thing. The water came right up to the edge of the dunes that form the seaward side of the golf courses.  We were on the beach for a pre-dinner walk and Sophie only had a small ribbon of sand to walk on.

The fun of twitter is often in the replies ( although these days the replies seem to be interspersed with ads and blue ticks you didn't ask to see )  :https://twitter.com/AgathaChocolats/status/1628220574198599688