If it could be said that there is a bane of George's life then I think he'd rate these gates as it. You know the ones? Sort of zig zaggy, you have to go around the gate itself. There's plenty of room for George to get around the gate and he's bendy enough to do it. But he just hates them. If he possibly can he will squeeze underneath the fence instead. Which is what he's doing in this photo. That's his rear end you can just see sticking out this side of the fence. (It looks a bit strange as it's wet and sandy.)We walked from Brandy Cove around to Pwll Du late this afternoon. It was still very warm but the beach was almost deserted. It was very low tide and our only regret was that we didn't have our swimming things with us. Husband did suggest skinny dipping and I think if we could have found a path down to the empty cove we might just have done. (Although I would have kept my knickers on.)
I built a tower of stones.
And then Husband built an even taller one!