Squall

It's a strange word, squall, isn't it? Down the beach today we were sandwiched between two of them. Behind you could see one out to sea blowing in from further up the coast. In front of us was this one hanging over St Andrews. The wind was raw so it was hood up, head down and march.

When the lady in this pic got closer she turned out to be "Mrs Dead poodle", a fellow dog walker from the village. Is it just us who give names to other dog walkers? We have Derek and the dominoes (two collies), Mr Skye, Skye is his dog's name. Skye, not Mr Skye, is very in touch with his feminine side and mrs wooden leg, who does not actually have a wooden leg funnily enough, to name but a few. Must make an effort to find out their names....one day.

A little cava seems in order. Chin chin x