I was NEARLY very wicked this morning!

.... and that would be a disaster!!! This quote was MADE for me  ... the “walking” and the “words-putting-into-sentence doing” bit .... it’s ME to a T!!!

A lone kayaker in the early morning light

Maybe that’s the problem with my hound though .... she stops drinking the coffee!! She seldom runs out of energy until we’re heading up the hill ... then suddenly it’s as if I’m tugging a dead body behind me! The tail is down, the eyes are woeful and she’s telling anyone who’ll listen that she’s being taken home under duress. I often find myself having to explain to complete strangers that 3 hours of walking and playing in the waves is more than enough. At some time during the day she has to go home and I have to do some work!

I know what it is though ... it’s all those coffee dregs she drinks! They give her such a rush that she never runs out of energy on the sand or in the waves ... but come home-time it all catches up with her and I have a worn-out grown-up puppy to manhandle up the hill. She’s not the only one who’s exhausted by the time we hit the driveway.

.... and who's going to get the ball first?

The cooler weather brings out another side of her I don’t usually see .... a reluctance to be washed down when we get home .... I just don’t understand it. She’s quite content to race off into the waves to retrieve rugby balls and sticks and then share the cooler sea water with all and sundry who happen to be standing close by ... but the cold water in the hose pipe is a no-no. She backs away from it ... looks at me reproachfully ... and cringes when I try to wash all the sand off her tummy!

How can she possibly be bothered by the temperature of the water in the hose-pipe but still insist on swimming in the chilly sea!!

I was nearly very wicked this morning ...  the angel that sits on my shoulder persuaded me not to be. The man on the ladder cleaning the awning up the road from the Co-op has no idea of how fortunate he was that he didn’t fall off his ladder. He should thank his lucky stars that the wicked side of me is balanced by such a nice side .... 

hmmmmm. I think Julia has as wicked a side to her too .... one look at my face and she knew exactly what I’d been thinking. Hounds who chase rugby balls up roads give the wicked me delightful ideas .... *big grin* ....

We walked back down the road giggling much better ... early morning rambles are such fun!

“Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizer.” Henry Miller - artist and writer.

The moon this evening ... took it with a long exposure .... so unusual.