Shoal

Out on the Pigeonhouse Road and the Shelly Beds again, eventually stopping at that last parking outpost on the Bull Wall. Utterly deserted, not a walker in sight. Before that, I had shot a few frames on the Hammond Lane dock, where men were working on a ship. But only the clouds were worth keeping, a rhapsody of slaty blues. These remind me of Paul Klee's fish, one drawing in particular.

I let Lola wander about while I took some last shots, but I didn't take her to the usual spot along the Shelly Beds and instead drove back to Sandymount Strand (very busy with runners, dogs, etc.) and took her for a 25 min walk, keeping her on the lead.