If you walk far enough

you can find a quiet spot. It was busy this morning at Winterton-on-Sea, the holiday season is upon us, which means that everyday is Sunday for the next month or so (anyone who has read Walking Ollie will know how much I love that). It’s a liberty, and on our own private beach too. Roll on November, that’s what we say.

Dylan slightly let the side down by cocking his leg on a man’s vacuum picnic hamper, one of those rectangular blue plastic boxes that the man had carelessly left directly in Dylan’s path. I had to do some pretty profuse apologising; at least it had the lid on.

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4 Responses to If you walk far enough

  1. OS. says:

    You should have taken a picture of Dylan doing the stuff. Have you ever considered how lucky these two dogs are? Considering that their Saluki origins are in the desert, they have the next best thing. Well done, Boy. You and ‘Chiff’ should be proud of yourselves for giving these two animals a life worthy of their stature.

    M. le etc…

  2. goodbear says:

    your dogs are so pretty! and the beach, as well.

  3. Stephen Foster says:

    Thanks goodbear; I’m having a few weeks off to recharge before starting the next big project:
    I’m only half-serious about November – we are up there all the time at the moment – it’s like Deauville, or maybe New England: the light is fantastic, you can get decent pictures simply by leaving it on Auto and pressing the shutter.

    nb. OS: Chiffs

  4. jenny says:

    Foley (Luke the lurcher’s predescessor) had a tendancy to do a number 2 on things that stuck up- usually clumps of daffodils/spikes of grass etc. One sunny day in the centre of Bristol during the regatta (so many many many people around paying particular attention to him) he decided to lift his arse off the ground and deposit a steaming present right into a very large 2ft high flowerpot. After that when he peed on anything and someone glared at me dissapprovingly I always remembered it could never be as embarrasing as the flowerpot incident…..

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