Love.

It's nearly Valentine's day and it's not all about flowers chocolates and soppy cards, sometimes it's about what you do.So while the rest of the family head off to York for some retail therapy, I was left to give a very hyperactive Springer some much needed exercise, and as the local field is now classed as a Bog the only option was to go to the beach.The gale force wind whipped up the dry sand and sand blasted us as we headed for the sea, and as we got to the waters edge the hailstorm started.I started to pick up pebbles and throw them into the sea for Ringo to chase, which meant I couldn't wear gloves so my hands turned to blocks of ice.Meanwhile as I lent back into the wind at a good forty five degrees without falling over, I noticed we were the only one's on the beach, so if that isn't LOVE I don't know what is.Did I mention that my eldest son is actually Ringo's true owner.
Ps this could also be classed as madness.