Dad lends a hand ...

Tired legs on the return cycle ride along the Tarka Trail needed a bit of a push. Zak was way ahead with running gamely alongside him. She must have run 8 miles all told, such was her disdain for the ta galong dog buggy we had rented to save her little legs.

I brought up the rear, towing obsolete tag along dog buggy, that had swiftly been turned into a tag along recepticle for everyone elses bags and discarded clothes.

It's getting very blustery down these parts. Looking forward to the storm closing in around us over the next few hours.