Rough sea

Took the dogs to the beach today knowing that it was a rough morning but deciding that a walk along the promenade would be a nice change from playing on the sand and sniffing each random piece of driftwood in turn. Sea foam was being blown against us, causing much laughter, thankfully our feet were just out of the waves' reach, and the various signs along the promenade were rattling violently. The only people we saw were fellow dog walkers, dedicated as ever, but they stayed clear of the prom, favouring laboured laps around a patch of land sheltered by the grassy sand dunes, each one hunched forward with hands in pockets, looking a bit glum. Still, you can't beat the sound and smell of the sea, and the waves were magnificent.