While I went to feed Vitamin and, yes, now Fivla (just a small something with her TurmerAid as winter is coming), I dropped OH with Pepper and Ted at the beach first.

Once the ponies were fed and checked, I joined the dogwalk afterwards.  Ted was on a lead as he tends to have “who-am-I-and-what-am-I-doing-here” meltdowns in strange places causing him to run off in search of the nearest motorway or lorry to run under.

Pepper was wild and free but with her doorbell collar.  An invaluable piece of kit for a small terrier with the listening-skills of someone who has no intention of hearing, let alone bothering.

I was interested watching Pepper’s thoughts about the sea.

Ted was having none of the nasty wet stuff near him.  Gosh, no!

On the beach, I saw a small/young gooseneck barnacle which is quite rare for me – only the second time I have seen them.  I think they are gross and look like aliens. Apparently in Spain they eat them. Good luck with that.  No thanks.

We pretty much had the beach to ourselves and Pepper ran up and down, though I think she found the pebbles hard on her paws.  There were some sandy bits.  Pepper is more used to grass or stone walls on her dogwalks.

And then there was the paddling.  I had never seen Pepper do this.

OH tried wading in, as he had wellies and I didn’t, and Pepper thought this was a great game.

And, still, Ted was having none of it.  That nasty water stuff was not getting anywhere near him.  No way.

I saw a jellyfish too.  A good day for weird things on the beach, including us then.