A van in the car park advertises a day and boarding school for 0-18 year olds. Angus quietly wonders under what possible circumstances the '0' could be real.
This morning we start our walk on the embankment near the brutalist glass cube that houses the exotically named Seafood Ristorante. On the other side of the estuary the hills glow white under a covering of thick, fresh snow but down here it remains dry and bright and gloriously snow free.
On the sand twenty or so small waders are promenading backwards and forwards in the waves. They are completely fearless and dart in and out of the breakers with balletic agility. Every so often the flock splits up into smaller groups of three or four who go charging off at high speed in pursuit of something only they can see. Sophie is intrigued but makes no effort to get closer to them. Every PONette knows to steer well clear of waves.
So starts a cold but clear Wednesday morning with a very happy Polish Lowland Sheepdog.