"Excuse me whilst I kiss the sky!"

A quote from the song "Purple Haze" by Jim Hendrix.

It’s supposedly based on the dreams he had when falling in love with a girl. 

There are other definitions of what he meant when he wrote it but I like that one.  

I love the quote ... imagine feeling so good that you want to kiss the sky!

The sunshine in my world makes me feel like that.  

One of these fine days, I'm GOING to master this!

It’s in short supply today though.  That mammoth window cleaning session we had yesterday has bought the clouds scurrying across the sky. We need rain desperately but I hadn’t expected my well-thought-out rain plan to work quite so speedily.

This is a good view of the house from the road below.  It's 3 units on one site and we live in the bottom
two levels ... the level covered by all the trees and shrubbery at the bottom and the level above that. 

Last night was supposed to be a fish and chips on the beach evening ... a small reward for a job well done by the lemmings and others ... but the weather changed so dramatically that fish and chips couldn’t be eaten on the beach.  Not unless you wanted bucket-loads of sand with your fish and chips.

Look at those clean windows!

The fish and chips were still yummy ... even though they were eaten from the comfort of the couch, in front of an episode of Sherlock Holmes.  I guess we wouldn’t have been able to watch THAT on the beach.

Haha .... I can just picture the hound doing this!

This long extended summer of ours is having repercussions no-one could have expected.  It’s turning some of my friends quite mental.  We met up with another member of the Labrador Gang on the beach after our long walk this morning.  Bessie had been running with her human Keith and both of them were taking a dip in the waves to cool down after their run.

More summer activities ... and more paddle boarders in the background!

That’s all well and good.  I swim in the waves with my hound so there’s nothing 

unusual about Keith swimming in the waves with Bessie. 

In fact, he probably swims with her more frequently than what I swim with my hound.

It’s when it came to retrieving the rugby ball that things went a little topsy-turvy.  It’s supposed to be the HOUNDS retrieving the rugby ball but the hound had found that humungous log on the beach again and her and Bessie were agreeing to disagree over whose log it was.  Nothing and no-one was going to convince EITHER of them that the rugby ball needed to be rescued.

So Keith swam out to rescue it.  Nothing too untoward about that either as I’ve been 

known to rescue other hounds balls when the situation calls for it.

It’s what happened NEXT that makes me think the sun’s addled 

the brains of certain of my fellow humans with hounds.

Keith threw the log for the hounds

 .... and then joined them in racing into the water after it!

Talk about consternation.  The hounds didn’t know what to do.   Chocolat thought it was bad enough that Bessie wanted to share in retrieving what she considered to be HER log

 .... now Keith wanted some of the action too!

She swum this way and that way trying to avoid Bessie AND trying to avoid Keith 

AND still trying to hold onto that darn log.

We might not have had sunshine in our sky today but there sure was sunshine on the beach. 

Keith, you made for a magical moment this morning!

“You are not a drop in the ocean.  You are the entire ocean, in a drop.” 

~ Rumi

This is Molly and she's blind .... she listens for the swish of the ball and it landing in the water

We don't throw it far when Molly's playing with us!