Having left the ponies feeling utterly disappointed with myself yesterday, I took BeAnne for a walk on Sandness beach to cheer myself up.
I have always liked Sandness beach. We had it all to ourselves as usual, which improved my mood greatly. Just one other person on the beach constitutes a crowd for me of Brighton proportions. I start to get resentful that they are there and I have to share!
Sadly, the coast is being eaten away by the fierce Atlantic ocean very quickly. I am reminded of my Geography lessons eons ago when we discussed coastal erosion. Every year the farmer moves his fence back a couple of yards and there is no let up, especially after a storm.
The wind was blowing (but not like today) and the turnstones (?) sheltered from the waves. Very clever thinking.
I found the beach exhilerating. Walking on sand is meant to be good for my ankle and my physiotherapist even suggested I walked in the sea in my barefeet. (He can suggest it all he likes – it is not going to happen in a Shetland winter.) I have just looked it up and the sea temperature today is 10.2°C / 50.4°F.
So BeAnne and I pottered along. She is a very easy dog to have around as she just comes too.
You don’t have to look or check for her. These days, she is turning into a bit of a middle-aged matron but she still put up about 100 rabbits who swarmed around her in the sand-dunes. She sat down.
They bored her. They were not polecats (or seaweed).
It was good walk – the type that blew out my cobwebs.
I photographed the sea for a while, just playing with my camera really. Thank goodness I don’t have to take rolls and rolls of film down to the chemist to be developed!
Nice sheep, too on the way home. Looks like family photo (not mine, I hasten to add!)