Beach and sausages.

No wind and so we went for a walk along the beach. 

It's a good place to walk to unwind and calm the mind. 

A slight bit of tension when I saw Fletch was eating something.. ( not a dead seagull,or a beached jelly fish please! ) 
A race across the sand and there he was enjoying a sausage roll! 
Luckily it was a fresh one as it was below the tide level and the pastry smelt fresh, the half hed not eaten. He looked very pleased with himself and luckily no harm done. Phew. 

The rest of the walk passed calmly .