The incident at the beach

A day off but another busy day doing useful stuff.

Gorgeous came home to join me for the afternoon dog walk at Skaill where we found a big fat dead fish a fair way above the receding tide. As we were looking at it wondering what type of fish it might be, the blimmin' thing flapped it's gills at us and mouthed a silent scream. PW carried it to the tide line and then handed it to me to wade in further in my wellies. As I let it go a huge set of waves came in and poured down my wellies. Bloody fish.

Extra added of Talisker wondering if he could manage just one more swim before home time.