Shadows of the Wind

I devoted today to the walks, smells, sounds and memories of my dearly beloved hound senior, Scrumpy (b. 15:05:94 - d. 09:12:09): A dog with huge spirit, enormous character and loved by all who knew him. Life with him was never, ever dull. And he lived every second on his terms.

His favourite walk was at East Head, West Wittering, where he would swim, body surf, chase balls, dogs and children: pounce on kites, gate-crash picnics and dig holes, before wandering off to inspect his vast personal collection of 'Dune Rabbit Holes', hidden amongst the grasses of the SSSI site.

So today I went and walked in the shadows of the wind and remembered him.


An Ode to Scrumpy:

The sound of coastal lapping/
Prey scented on the inshore wind/
Muffled digging in the sandy dunes.