Michelle, my belle.

Same beach, different view to yesterday.

We were joined by an old fella walking his new dog, a two year old who had been discarded by her previous owners having given birth to a litter of 8, because she had outlived her usefulness. His dog had passed just a number of weeks ago and we could tell he was the lonely type, so had taken her on as a new companion.

He had named her Michelle. (I would have posted a picture of her, had I have taken one in focus! She was a bit lively!)

Unlike our Dylan, who had to leave with us to get back to the smoke, this beach will be her daily walk from now on. Lucky Michelle.

The colours in the rocks are worth seeing large!