This is MY hole...

And it's on MY beach...dug by ME...with MY paws...therefore it's MINE!

Bear's little friend Hovis, a ginger Jack Russel was nearby, eyeing Bear's hole jealously. With little paws he could only dig a little hole and quite coveted Bear's piece of industry! Aware of his intent, Bear guarded his hole with his 7 stone bulk!

A quiet morning on Newgale. Grockles gone home. Only a few hardy 'green wellies' braving autumnal Pembrokeshire. Grey mist hanging over the waves. Not really a good setting for a scenic shot - they'll be done when the sun sets into a spectacular sea of molten gold out on the western horizon. So, an opportunity to introduce Bear. My gorgeous boy. Daughter recently departed to uni, so Bear has become our 'spoilt only child' and the object of our adoration. (As if he never was).