Boy

These creatures rarely smile naturally and when they do you have to be ready.

My girl had self inflicted study this morning and my No 1, boy isn't able to exercise. By 10.30 all the signs were there indicating it was time to exercise my boy. A long bracing walk on Bamburgh beach. Such a vast exposed stretch of coastline. The wind whistled through our ears and pummelled our thighs. There was no chance of a game of fetch as everything we threw went for miles.

This afernoon we all sat on Beadnell beach. The wind had died down and he was able to play keepy uppy - something he has never been so good at. It is lovely to see his baby steps back into football are taking shape.

As usual the day ended with an injury and a trip to the chemist for antiseptic cream and a big, big plaster!

I feel a little tingle on my face like I have some sun.