Boxing Day on the Beach

A new tradition for us here is to meet up on Boxing Day at our nearest beach (about 30 minutes away) for bacon butties, dog walks and coffee. The extra pics show more of the day, as it was sunshine, very little breeze and a lot of chatting. Elvis met up with his pals Millie Spaniel and Huxley, but also got to try and meet everyone else on the beach whether they had a dog or not. He hasn’t quite got the returning to command yet. A work in progress. I often wonder when a tradition becomes a tradition. Is it only a ‘habit’ until it deserves the title ‘tradition’? Who knows? Anyway, it was a glorious way to dust off the cobwebs and Christmas Day excesses.