dog trails in the sand

Walking Dimairt after school, I had the beach to myself - unless you count the hooded craws eating a dead seal pup (oh, dear).

When we reached the end of the beach, I noticed that Dimairt had left lovely trails of wet sand where he had come out the sea with the stick, then gone back in.

He then abandoned the sticks to go and explore the sand dunes.

Another lovely evening after an iffy day.