The other day it was cold and brisk but also sunny, and I took advantage of the rare bout of rays to take a few photos on my usual walk with the dog to the beach and back:
The tide was out which leaves a lovely stretch of flat, damp sand, scattered with tide pools and rocks. The dog loves wading into the pool, even in subzero temperatures! I do not.
I'm not actually much of a beach person, although my limited childhood experience of the beach was the Jersey Shore, which might explain why I never took to it. An empty beach in winter, though, is something else entirely.
The dog surveys her domain and I enjoy a moment of solitude in an all too busy day, before heading home as the light starts to fade.
That is my house in the distance, by the church, looking, to my mind, very Wuthering Heights-ish alone in its little moor!
And so ends another walk. I'm looking forward to spring.
The tide was out which leaves a lovely stretch of flat, damp sand, scattered with tide pools and rocks. The dog loves wading into the pool, even in subzero temperatures! I do not.
I'm not actually much of a beach person, although my limited childhood experience of the beach was the Jersey Shore, which might explain why I never took to it. An empty beach in winter, though, is something else entirely.
The dog surveys her domain and I enjoy a moment of solitude in an all too busy day, before heading home as the light starts to fade.
That is my house in the distance, by the church, looking, to my mind, very Wuthering Heights-ish alone in its little moor!
And so ends another walk. I'm looking forward to spring.
