Seeing Tim in these shots you'd think he would be chomping on the bit to walk on the beach, wouldn't you. But no. First I had quite a job to rouse him from his bed. Then he wanted to head for home after about 15 minutes. He was like a moody teenager going down to the beach - he didn't want to go. But once there, well I think the pictures speak for themselves.
Tim the greyhound had big sharp teeth,
Brindle on top of him, spots underneath.
Frightened of little dogs no bigger than his head,
Tim kept crying for his nice soft bed.
Beautiful day again today. Got to the beach just after sunset. Thought I was going to miss the best of the light, but there was a lovely golden glow; probably the best time of the day.