Walkies today

Everyone is enjoying or hating the snow and this what we get:

The tide goes out a long way in the bay.

If you walk down the road from our house, and past the playing fields, you reach Swansea Bay. I rarely walked Harvey there as he'd get his nose down following a scent and wander for miles with ne'er a thought for me. But Holly's different. If you've got a stick for her to chase, she'll stick with you.

It was fine going; coming back, walking into the wind and rain, didn't half make my nose run. It's a nuisance, isn't it? You have to stop, take off your gloves, find your hankie, blow your nose, put your hankie away, put your gloves back on, walk ten yards, stop, take off your gloves etc.

I can understand someone losing a flip flop in the middle of summer ...

Walking back through the wood, a nasty dog began hassling Holly. I called her and she ran to me although I'm not sure what either of us thought I was going to do.

What puzzles me is the number of people who say to Holly (or said to Harvey), 'My, my, just look at you; you'll be having a bath when you get home!' Just because they're covered in sand or mud? It'll dry and drop off. No worries.

Coal nuggets, remnants of Swansea's industrial heritage, in amongst the shell debris.

Not in our garden but very pretty.