Letting the train take the strain.

Out along the beach with Murdo and espied a regular dog walking buddy.
"Here's Robert and Bella" I said to the dog but ominously it was just Robert.
Bella had to be put to sleep on Monday, Very sad, she was a lovely dog, even at eleven years old she still thought she was a puppy. Murdo was confused as to why she wasn't there, spent several minutes looking for her.

Picked up several pieces of pottery along the beach, all quite similar blueware. A bit of research, turns out there were three large potteries in the town dating from 1700s and the last one closed 1958. Not a trace of them now (well apart from the shards on the beach)